Time's ComeingI sit here in boredom writing this verse. Soon I will be lost in the silent night. Precious time lost, it feels like a mad curse. At a loss of words I proceed to write; The rancid smell of time affects the soul. Time is the supreme bring'er of darkness For soon I must pay my ungrateful toll. When time overwhelms me refer to this; My skin is withering slowly away. Minute by minute my mind melts. I am awaiting deaths coming today. Madness is the last thing my mind has felt; Time is a burden, take note to this verse, So you do not yield this horrible curse.Time's Comeing
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...And The Void Remains...
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