Time will collapse in its eternity
forever will lament the time gone by,
and the sting that the time weeps on often
is the sting of each instance as it softly dies.
It relapses in its kill, the time we had,
the people we had , even the air we breath,
in a cycle it changes to poisoned wreath
of the binding clause and if we choose to keep,
trapped in our lungs, trapped in our hearts.
warping and deformed, they die, perhaps slowly,
they die for granted and they will die as unholy
Causing slow torturous pain and little drops of blood,
why we fear not the melting ,we fear only the flood?
forever will lament the time gone by,
and the sting that the time weeps on often
is the sting of each instance as it softly dies.
It relapses in its kill, the time we had,
the people we had , even the air we breath,
in a cycle it changes to poisoned wreath
of the binding clause and if we choose to keep,
trapped in our lungs, trapped in our hearts.
warping and deformed, they die, perhaps slowly,
they die for granted and they will die as unholy
Causing slow torturous pain and little drops of blood,
why we fear not the melting ,we fear only the flood?
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