Harvest the field of time
With the old man's scythe
The narrow path of the chosen one
Reaches beyond life

I set sails for the ageless winds
No fear of dying or a thought of surrender
I threaten every barrier on my way
I am bound forever with Token of Time

Among the humble people
Everything is torn apart
But I'm blessed with faith
And bravely I shall go on

Are thou the bringer of hope and joy
That I've waited for years
I shall fight to restore the moon
Wisdoms of time are carved on the sacred wood

Do thou possess spiritual powers
That would dispel all my fears
I shall not die until the seal is broken
Token of Time is trusted in the hands of the chosen one

#interview #job #old_man

Every morning on my way to work I pass by a retirement home. This morning I saw an old man wearing an orange and black striped sweatshirt and a straw hat coming out of there. Guess who went to retire in Germany

Can't an old man read a horror mag in peace?