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Time Consuming
Time consumes all
As if love is not a martyr
Although it would die for the sake of itself
Neigh it is worthlessly engulfed by her
She eats and spits out the remains
Painful or enjoyable to your taste
This memory time capsule that I wish to store the sacred moments
Only allows me to glimpse briefly
I want to re live
Travel through time and space
Disobey her rules of life existence
Be no concept of time
We could tell ourselves to or to not do things we regret today
Yet time is a selfish but wonderous thing
To allow certain blips of memories pass
She heals all wounds
Her magical whim soothes pain
Like a drug on a shelf but better
Powerful by nature she controls our age
Consuming youth and childhood
For a price to be happy
Something she can never feel
That we have a priveledge to take what is hers for she takes all that is ours
A reciprocating act of jealousy
Both wanting what each has
If she were living there would be no capsule
No way to peek into our minds
We need time to consume
Commit the sin of gluttony
Like we as all humans sin in some way
By this we can relate living to concept
After all timing is everything
As if love is not a martyr
Although it would die for the sake of itself
Neigh it is worthlessly engulfed by her
She eats and spits out the remains
Painful or enjoyable to your taste
This memory time capsule that I wish to store the sacred moments
Only allows me to glimpse briefly
I want to re live
Travel through time and space
Disobey her rules of life existence
Be no concept of time
We could tell ourselves to or to not do things we regret today
Yet time is a selfish but wonderous thing
To allow certain blips of memories pass
She heals all wounds
Her magical whim soothes pain
Like a drug on a shelf but better
Powerful by nature she controls our age
Consuming youth and childhood
For a price to be happy
Something she can never feel
That we have a priveledge to take what is hers for she takes all that is ours
A reciprocating act of jealousy
Both wanting what each has
If she were living there would be no capsule
No way to peek into our minds
We need time to consume
Commit the sin of gluttony
Like we as all humans sin in some way
By this we can relate living to concept
After all timing is everything
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