Those days
When time quickly keeps ticking,
The clock carries new dreams and stories to unfold
Every hour for the unafraid,
Replacing everyday laws to acknowledge those that troubled the still blue waters,
Thrashing in the throes of death they are unchained to make a change,
Consumed by woes
manifest and it grows hard for the living who constantly mourn,
Outnumbered by perished kin,
Prematurely buried in a hurry,
The lightening of judgement will strike upon the wicked,
They’ve chosen to remain in denial but numbers and actions never lie,
And the truth is unfortunately disguised from the seekers,
An infinite spiral that coils with no end in sight
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