The Time Temple
the time temple ticks and tocks
clocks on crooked crosses...like zits get popped
like consciesness floods...drowning doomed ones in defeat
tick tock...stop
the time temple breathes
at abomination alters mankind watches and waits...
shaken,spun,and stirred by hellacious hurricanes
seeking precious stones in jungles...thieves get invited to cannibal feasts
war drums bang forever in their damnation dreams
tick tock...stop
the time temple beats
through firey darts and flaming arrows...some still walk that path that's narrow
like iron eagles with silver wings and blood red feathers
chariots of chaos coming with terror
time tick tocks to the sights and the sounds
lost in labrynths the serpent hisses
shots from guns...blasting long but wrong...still missing
fractions of action and figments of all
the deaf,dumb,and blind never listen,look,or learn
tick tock...stop
the time temple burns
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