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Click hereThe Companions and Endeavors of Time
The world is failing and since Time waits for no one, we'll keep turning and churning until the minutes stop burning
Burning away. Fly, soft ash, it's your time to shine alongside the glowing hearts of the embers surrounding, each flame in the fire reaching high to kiss your hand, but alas you're too far gone. Time has stolen you away. You-the ash of seconds to now dying embers of hours. It is you who steals Time now.
The world is failing and Time waits for no one.
Not even his true love who dances yet keeps still who makes noise yet never utters a sound
Space, oh but how men wish to have just one more taste-one more bite of you
With Greed whispering saccharine nothings into their ears, turning them against you. Each wave of air pounding the drums within that cavity. Only, never will there be enough of you for all to have. The ravenous beasts have won once again, for Time has no sympathy.
Oh space,
Your eyes dry and your lap wet
Your lips weak and your limbs slow
Your heart still and your legs pulsing
You ask Time to give you answers. Love came into your lives and brought you closer.
Unfortunate and sad you must be, for more questions come for your pondering and thought
How can one bend and stretch what can only tatter and fray?
How can one say love but know the meaning of betray?
The world is falling now for still Time waits for no one
The opposition is near approaching
Their sickly scent encroaching upon your nose
A war forever fought but not yet begun
For you, my friend, have done all but initiated the call of freedom.
Bloodlust, why must you delay this feud? You cheat Time so often, may you ever be satisfied?
Beckon the sweet smell of stubbornness, and let it preside in your perspiration.
Distance resides in your days that Time gifted to you once
You've brought Earth to her knees, kneeling before you and Time, begging and pleading for things that cannot be undone.
Might you suggest to him who paces anxiously nearby for the both of you to end her suffering soon?
The world is dying, yet Time still rules her soul.