Time
Time... what an interesting thing you truly are,
when you close up the wound and form a scar.
Time, if only you saw
that arrogance is your greatest flaw.
I'd hold you, I'd stop you, I'd ruin your plans,
if only I had the power to grab your hands.
I wish you knew, Time, that you may be friends with Fate,
but sometimes your actions fill my heart with hate.
Time, you cheated, and many will weep
when the one wrongly treated eternally sleeps.
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