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The clock rocks tick tock all the way to paradise. While you look, at old pictures of situations you can no longer remember. In a flash they are gone. Long and short hands motioning that your life is draining. And the blackbird sings, but only for a moment. Knocking over the hourglass, shattered time. Oh, the humanity. Ring the gong, sending shockwaves through the world. The global population's ear's perk up, listening, waiting. For the catastrophe at hand to begin. Monuments shatter and crumble, the mind begins to deteriorate. And the clock, ticks on and on.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Clockwork
The clock rocks tick tock all the way to paradise. While you look, at old pictures of situations you can no longer remember. In a flash they are gone. Long and short hands motioning that your life is draining. And the blackbird sings, but only for a moment. Knocking over the hourglass, shattered time. Oh, the humanity. Ring the gong, sending shockwaves through the world. The global population's ear's perk up, listening, waiting. For the catastrophe at hand to begin. Monuments shatter and crumble, the mind begins to deteriorate. And the clock, ticks on and on.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
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