When the time ticks

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Under the clock hides, the divine
With a tune that sang, a girl that wrap under all the vine
With the blood of purity I shall drink
Under my command you and I will be link

The clock would tick, Very quick
The blood that you lick who knows that it would click
The fate that bind us together will have to say goodbye
Under the tree I stand by with the curse of mankind

A friend or foe is no different to each other
Betray and promises which would you rather
The further the larger which would choose
The good and evil that fuse

The sword or the shield
The rights and justice that you fools yield
The battlefield that you all created under a simple conflict
Foolish, you keep going wasting the time that ticked

I have so many clocks that click
When it stops in twelve, I could see the panic
I could see the smile, the tears, the desperation
Being in a nation brought by a foundation

How ridiculous, but...why is your fear?
Why did God created such creatures?
Emotion? I know everyone have them its so clear
I know for the fact that they are preacher

My dearest the vine that keep you will untangled
Its my job to keep you there or else I'll be strangled
You have a beauty yet you have a twisted heart
The works you did if you didn't wake up in time it will fell apart

I laugh at your sight
Just what did you to for the your people to despite?
The country queen trap in the prison to none can enter
Stuck in the world with me, Escape? No never

Your trap into an eternal sleep
Yes you have an eternal life under the dream
I sighed "What a black sheep"
Why did you do that? To be stuck in a daydream

I heard the clock goes 'tick tock tick tock'
Well enough with the talk, I have to walk
Goodbye, my precious queen
Leaving you here is kinda mean

I grab my scythe, another clock died
Don't worry my queen
When you wake up again, you will ride
The life again, I bid you farewell my precious keen

Goodbye, dearest human spirit

(The poem is about Death watching over a human spirit that is sleeping until it wake up to be recreated)

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