Spatium Temporis
Space n Time
Out of place
Things are out of grace
Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore
Losing all trace
Out of our time within our space
Everything is sublime in reason n race
Something has found its place, treason
We will pray for him and his crimes
All have lost its place, its meaning, its reason
We will pay for our schemes
In this coming season of woe
You reap what you sow, scared or profane
We will pay for all our crimes
In the last days of earth in time
Sitting in our grime
We are running out of eternal grace
In and out of space n time
Feeling what is out of place n sublime
Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore
Everything is running out of grace
Time n space
Out of place
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