Demons and Exsistence
Tick Tick Tick
Clock counts down
Merry little Demons
All can but frown
Time is close to over
And space is at an end
Be god not real or broken
Little Demons smile again
The clock is busy ticking
No one can find a pulse
no one can touch or feel
and no one feels impulse
The ground can be no more
and the sky becomes free
But nothing exists anymore
At least to some, not me.
Merry little demons
Smiling again
Look at the earth
That had come to end.
Its people thought of angels
Who exist in no plane
They thought of gods and deitys
that’s societies bane.
They thought that they where real
Some thought the might be fake
But little did they know
they where demons all the same
Tick Tick Tick
Demons brought the end.
Time to play god again
"Lets see who next will Win’d."
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