There once was a God
His name was Tempus
He controlled all time
But he had just one sorrow
While he could make time move however he wanted,
He himself had no concept of time.
He did not know what he was creating,
How it was created,
Or what it could do.
So there he sat,
Floating in space,
Wondering to himself,
"What am I doing here?"
"Why do I exist?"
So, they say,
Tempus is still in space
Creating time, floating around
With no limit, no bound.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
There once was a God
His name was Tempus
He controlled all time
But he had just one sorrow
While he could make time move however he wanted,
He himself had no concept of time.
He did not know what he was creating,
How it was created,
Or what it could do.
So there he sat,
Floating in space,
Wondering to himself,
"What am I doing here?"
"Why do I exist?"
So, they say,
Tempus is still in space
Creating time, floating around
With no limit, no bound.
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