Tick tock, goes the clock
Why doesn't it just stop
It's like a demon round the block
It just goes tick tock
Until it creates our lock
Not born of chance or luck
A demon born of hell
Ringing the dinner bell
Telling all the angels that fell
Thwt it's time to kill
Tick tock, goes the clock
Asking about what was wrought
Saying, do you know about the great flood
Of humanity's blood
When the waves roared
When the people stopped
When the gods themselves watched
As the defeaning began
As the silence fell
As the world stopped
Ad the world lost
YOU ARE READING
I believe.....
De TodoThe poems of a believer. I believe in the evil of men. I believe in the good of men. I believe in nothing and everything.
