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Tick, Tock.
All it takes is one time,
one hour,
minute,
second.
you know there's something more,
to hope for,
to fight for,
to love for.
But you turn the other cheek.
And in that millisecond
your eyes are ripped from your skull.
For they have laid upon
a being so evil
your pitiful soul could not withstand
such horrifying pressure
it has exerted on
your worthless being.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
your time is up.
The fiery pits of hell
open up to swallow you in.
Tears of blood won't save you now.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
You had your chance.
So lets have one last treacherous dance.
the blind are left
to lead the blind.
Be careful,
or you'll be left behind..
tick, tock. tick, tock.
one hour,
minute,
second.
you know there's something more,
to hope for,
to fight for,
to love for.
But you turn the other cheek.
And in that millisecond
your eyes are ripped from your skull.
For they have laid upon
a being so evil
your pitiful soul could not withstand
such horrifying pressure
it has exerted on
your worthless being.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
your time is up.
The fiery pits of hell
open up to swallow you in.
Tears of blood won't save you now.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
You had your chance.
So lets have one last treacherous dance.
the blind are left
to lead the blind.
Be careful,
or you'll be left behind..
tick, tock. tick, tock.
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