With time breathing down my back
There isn't any time to slack
Unless I want to become useless dust
Like a car in the impound, riddled with rust
It's no longer in use, it's days are over
I'm going to wish for eternal life
On the leaves of a four-leafed clover
There's power in my hands
I'm afraid to lose it within the sands
Of time and the life I live unguided
My choices lie in fate, still undecided
The swords of destiny are hanging above my head
From a few ungodly words I said
The sandy timer turns itself upside down
In the desert of devil I'm afraid to drown
With my last request
I admit I've only done my best
As time fades away and I fall even faster
It seems this power I've acquired turned into a disaster
He has bested me in all categories
From my death, they will pass on stories
Of power and life turned to dust
A soul scared to live and stripped to rust
After being entrapped in dry ice
It's a powerful, selfish, useless sacrifice.
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