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Look...look-e here pause for a second before the seconds get near the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears. I stare into the sky yet I do not fear even if the end was near, I would be in the clear Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions don't think too hard just say you can do it! what are drugs to a man using? I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it, you're just with it let me call a witness...to this lyrical massacre my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers. There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador My minds pickled so sick hospice...not hospital my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle. Time is the enemy never stare at it...and if you look for too long...you will become an addict. An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others Countless counts of time equal a waste of time so pause it, take your time. A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost. But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity. When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty. the counter clock is unwise certainly. because it moves in contrast with urgency... Father Time what is thee emergency? Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
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Look...look-e here pause for a second before the seconds get near the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears. I stare into the sky yet I do not fear even if the end was near, I would be in the clear Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions don't think too hard just say you can do it! what are drugs to a man using? I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it, you're just with it let me call a witness...to this lyrical massacre my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers. There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador My minds pickled so sick hospice...not hospital my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle. Time is the enemy never stare at it...and if you look for too long...you will become an addict. An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others Countless counts of time equal a waste of time so pause it, take your time. A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost. But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity. When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty. the counter clock is unwise certainly. because it moves in contrast with urgency... Father Time what is thee emergency? Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
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