No matter what, no matter why
And how it all began.
No such a thing as second try,
For what it is we stand.
No such a chance to redesign
And start the set all over.
A certain point in space and time,
From which it has to follow.
The way it goes, the way it does
And everything within it.
The rules applied are hard and fast,
No one can change the remit.
The way it was, the way it will
All squeezed to cells of dungeon.
It is the time to pay the bill,
For there is no indulgence.
No matter when, no matter who,
And where it all began.
Too late to want to touch the wood,
No time to reprimand.