Sta.sh
Routine and Inspection, of things to come,
One day here, and knowing not,
One day gone to Death, and Strife,
As of now, the purpose he won,
But to the topper's liking found,
Only Death ,and Misery,
In L.I.M.D.O.S he waits for the name beguiled,
Accompanied by, judges three,
In Hunt for the name that escapes the mind,
Desperately, on the watch,
Tick, is the word that repeats itself,
Not before, What name is Tick?
So down, and down, the Door of Time,
As I go, far and wide,
Upon the table, with Clocks of Past,
Broken still, and never dead,
Tock the hat, with name and strife,
Questioning still, no answers in sight,
The name in mind, to unlock the past,
Hopefully, the answer is there,
And with Hat, and Mortal still,
Realization, will unify,
So through, the corridor of Time,
Of shattered Clocks, Broken Dreams,
And with Glee, The Topper with his name,
Knowing now, and with joyous sound,
He with purpose set to the dream,
From High and low, left to right,
When going through, The Topper's Door,
Spikes over here, and spikes above,
Routine and Inspection, of things to come,
One day here, and knowing not,
One day gone to Death, and Strife,
As of now, the purpose he won,
But to the topper's liking found,
Only Death ,and Misery.
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Poor Topper doesn't know his name, because it was extracted from him.
Now delusion and merry hysteria guide his actions