Blackflood
In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the days of the black flood...
In seasons of deep crimson thunder...
Heads full of blue white fire burn...
The iron chrome that covers glass rocks
Cracks crazy fractures run!
Dirty clock's with broken chimes
Hides in dim memories of faded grimes
Jaded memories…
something plays.
Little lies are buried in violet crimes.
Sundials are jagged
Realities blood spilled
It washes from dry years
While souls
...wander through tick-tocks
...of ancient grandfather clocks!
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