Hunting Clock
its only time that you let tick by
its only words that you can let rhyme
its only the life that you live that you can ruin in one mistake
But all i know is that things can change
Today is the faded
my life is hated
by many people that i have stated
each one has a word
each one represents a bird
in the sky, shot down by that guy...
Called God.
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