Friday 22 September 2017

Pontificating on the Uncaring Nature of Our Mistress Time

I make time pass
It me and writhing I
I'm taken by my word

I make sorrow pass
Hit me and writing fly
Time flows in multiple spaces

Join me in this world of fate
As we fall through bliss to void
Inseparable in our fear
Indispensable is our fear

I'm late rhyme cuirass
Knight me and fortify
I'm taken by our nerve

I'm late climb crevace
Rite me and stab my eye
Time stops, just a laugh

Leave me in my daydream
As I burn to forsaken ash
Consecrated in my fear
Desecrated is my fear

Do you know what I need
And when will I have it back
It will be the end of everything

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