Mother Natures Timex
The ticking takes its time
Ticking free in ever climb
It dictates your way of life
As it ticks in ever strife
If it chooses to halt its toc
My oh my we go in shock
For our world will end as stop
As we look towards the clock
We will see what we wont like
As the world stops all the might
For the ticking calls the name
Of our wings in ever shame
If it speeds its rythmic tick
Life will flee and run so quick
As you lay your last red brick
Form a grave to see her prick
Roses petals die with haste
As the tick increased her pace
Now you take it all with grace
Although your life sped up with hate
Ticking time is up to her
Cant control her always blur
Vision prays to see the claw
Of remorse of devils paw
The clock controlling life
Ticking slow when your deaths wife
Ticking fast when shes all done
Soon outlast her when shes gone
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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