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Time Bomb

The clock ticks.
I hear no bell.  
A ludicrous explosion.  
A world of hell.  
The sound of terror.  
The spiritual sell.
A cascade of violence.
A town in disruption.
Stories untold.
Dead bodies cold.
Once a proud life.  
Now a sorrowful strife.
The price is paid.
And I am no ones aid.
In the end.
I am no ones friend.
A wonder it was.  
All the pain that it caused.
The clock ticks.
I hear no bell.
Written by Twistednutcase
Published | Edited 13th Jul 2014
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