There comes a time when you have to
face the wolves at the door
You can hear their hungry, rotten breath
panting just outside, ready to pounce
The moment your resolve to
stand your ground weakens
Sooner or later
It's either
Eat or be eaten
There comes a time when you have to
read the writing on the wall
Those inked words, not red, but
threateningly bloody, have been
appearing slowly, spelling doom
You can only pretend to ignore it
For so long
It's either
Choose or be chosen
There comes a time when you are
between the devil and the deep blue sea
the lesser of two evils, is not always
prominent by the shape of the eye;