Oh How The Clock Keeps on Ticking
Oh, how the clock keeps on ticking,
Screaming death all the time.
Death claims all as fast as life gives,
And we long for more time.
Death is closer each day we waste.
I no longer fear death,
Death will come sooner or later,
And will not wait for your last breath.
Death and time will never forgive,
Time helps death claim victims.
As time goes by we all die,
and its all a system.
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