Give it a puncher's chance. Bo see your fate in me is a gambler's fallacy or a sampler's error, a covert nod to night terrors. be on one side, stay and reside.
The illusion of control is a tendency, then a dependency, and in the end an addiction to fiction of our own creation, playing on a loop and staying.
I wouldn't mind if you frame me for this when things get blue bloody, waters muddied by faith or money. iI's an alpha test, not a last stand.
Most things evolve or resolve, but few ever descend to our level, or depend on the devil to fall back on. Embrace the race to the bottom.
We tightrope the track, stitched into dust and gravel and left to unravel across the plain, live off the land and above the law, retire to caves where our treasure is hid, stay on the run like Billy the Kid.