Death Clock

The Clock of Death

All is white in a burning world
JOYS OF an endless morning
All your fears are possibilities
You know, time lies
We're older BUT NOT WISER
Not enough to know when a kingdom is falling
Clouds in cold skies
We, ash from old fire
These are our dark works

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