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As I gaze at this hollow lifeless shell,

I wonder if my life shall end in a way,

That will send me to the depths of hell

All I care about, all I love, will they be taken away?

Life is short and all is never lost.

Every day I wake to horror and despair,

The end of all is hanging, heavy, borne on air

To what do I owe the honor of deaths repair,

For, I am the one, the true fair.

Life is short and all is never lost.

The light fades, the night creeps, shall all perish,

To the fates I say, take not what I have, but what I am,

Fall now into a hell, so bloody, battered and garish,

That all, shall forgive, not, the sacrifice of the lamb.

Life is short and all is never lost.

Is death not the end, but a new life

All the fear, and all the pain,

Compare not, to the fate of eternal strife,

Come, now to the rebirth of the slain.

Life is short and all is never lost.

For life to start, life must be taken

Every day, of every life, holds a secret,

Only those who listen may awaken

The dormant lies of the heart, direct.

Life is short and all is never lost.

Bring forth the true nature of the world,

Revealed before, the eyes of man

To bring all together, the mourners unfurled,

Come to see the face of the slain man.

Life is short and all is never lost.

To see the truth in the lightless world,

Brings closure to the life of the condemned,

Released from their mortal tether, hurled

Shall the after world be eternally damned?

Life is short and all is never lost.

The truth of the soul shall never be lost.

You’ve found new love,

it’s dug in deep.

Time’s moved on,

you no longer weep.

I’m stuck in place,

no path unveiled.

My pain and tears,

they’ll stay concealed.

Like a mighty weapon,

too strong and grand.

My smile hides,

every evil planned.

I won’t fight back,

the battle’s lost.

To get you back,

it’s too high a cost.

I’d wreck too many,

hopes and dreams.

Tear a love apart,

right from its seams.

Blueprints of plans,

too mean and cruel.

I’ll light them up,

with gas as fuel.

I hope your happy,

and living the dream.

You’ve forgotten me,

that’s how it seems.

I’ll leave you alone,

just please take care.

I now understand,

this is only fair.

The room had an empty feeling

But it was indeed full

Clocks in every nook and cranny

Weather never happened soit felt rather cool

Grandfather clocks, wall clocks

There were too many to count

All that could be counted in the room

Well, I guess you could figure that out

And time did not happen in this room

Not a second nor an hour would go by

In the timekeeper’s room

Time would never fly

And the days didn’t matter

You would grow old

But not have seen a second gone by

From the moment you are born

To the second that you die

Time was turning around the room

But never within it

You’d hate it there

But would pay a fortune just to visit

And of course, one man lives there

And he hasn’t spent a dime

He’s been there for centuries

Yes, of course, it’s Father Time

He keeps track of all the time

How long you have to live

He’ll tell you his life story

If you have a few minutes to give

But if time you need not waste

Go and tell Father Time

He’ll stop all time for you

If you pay him loads of pennies and a dime

You say you never want this moment to end

Well, tell him, you’re wish will be granted

He will be happy to help you if he is paid

He’ll make sure your wish is landed

But Father Time will soon wither up and die

But we’ll keep his spirit alive

Everybody knows him

Good old Father Time

I’m raised again…

I’m born again…

I’m raised again…