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Time Unkind

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Is it time? Do you note it?
It flows, it swallows, it's forgotten, it's prude,
Woven from corpses through centuries' hue.

Time unabiding? Can you write it?
The words t-t-tipping in and out of the mouth
Grinding the bones and flesh - what do we go on about?

Tyrannical time, weary of noises
Wretched gargoyle loses its spoils,
The stares it has been given over the foils.

Linger yet time-loop, better yet: MOVE!
No cure comes to those that have nothing to lose,
Humanity's trial is in the pudding to prove.

Self-absorbed time -can't you feel it yet?
We're losing the battle We know We never had.
Rotten to the core, mirroring, made its own bed.
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