Ever moving, ever flowing,
Never stopping, never slowing,
Time the murderer
Plunders on.
The planet rotates,
And the turning never abates,
The temporal Time turns
Its eyes to kill.
A peaceful flower, living
Alone, but living
Nonetheless;
And Time strikes faceless.
The decaying strength of Time,
And Time decays strength,
Weakening the will,
Killing us all.
The timely death of countless
Bodies, marred by the soul
Of vicious Time; the eternal
Ending of our control.
Time the victor, Time the conqueror,
Controller of our lives;
All of our hopes for the future,
Are filled with decaying knives.
Life is short, we know it well,
And Time gives us, a living Hell;
To feed and drink in
To die… Curse! And sin.
A tangled love, burgeoning,
Until Time comes, causing worrying;
A beauty, which never was;
Time’s fault, it is because.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The joys we feel,
Will be squandered away,
And Time will reveal,
The terrible disarray.
Our lives will fail,
There is no hope,
We cannot prevail,
There is no rope.
To climb to freedom,
To escape Time,
To live, to love,
Is what is wished for.
The death and pain of Time,
Are immortal, we must work
Under their crime,
Unless our quietus make with a dirk.
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