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Let me tell you a tale of woe.

Something no man should ever know

Your fate, you can't escape it if you tried

This is life's greatest lie.

What will happen when you die?

Be you good or evil, you'll be shocked

For it all starts

With a Clock

tick, tock

The clock's at one.

Your suffering has just begun

They'll bend you're limbs and bend and bend

All your body parts, they'll rend

They'll wait for all your wounds to mend,

Then they'll start all over again.

tick, tock

The clock's at two.

There is nothing you can do.

Nowhere to hide

It'll be in vain

They'll pierce your skin

Your blood will drain.

tick, tock

The clock's at three

This is your new reality

You ask for death's sweet release

But death does not last, in the belly of the beast

Torturous agony, "please" you say

It is useless for you to pray.

tick, tock

The clock's at four

You scream and scream

But they want more

You beg for mercy, they laugh and laugh

I apologize on their behalf

tick tock

The clock's at five

You die and die

But they revive

With less of your sanity, than you had before

They keep taking

More and more

tick tock

The clock's at six.

They grow bored

They start to play tricks.

You see your loved ones

It's all a lie

You begin to cry as you watch them die

You beg to take their place instead

They remind you

You're already dead.

tick tock

The clock's at seven

You start to give up on the illusion of heaven.

You ask and ask

Beg for no more

Your voice annoys them

They tear your vocal cords

They throw and stomp you into the ground

You try to scream, but make no sound

tick tock

The clock's at eight

Dinner time

They have hunger to satiate

They rip off your flesh

And eat it raw

They come back for more

And you flee at a crawl

tick tock

The clock's at nine

I'm almost finished with this rhyme

They clean your flesh down to the bone

The split your bones and drink the marrow

Your torment doesn't end there though.

tick, tock

The clock's at ten

You have recovered

When will this end?

Forced to die

Again and again

Pain and suffering

Your only friends

tick tock

The clock's at eleven

They have summoned

More of their brethren

As they look upon you, with malice in their eyes

You now know

There is no God in our sky.

tick, tock

The clock's at 12.

Deeper and deeper into hell you delve

You try to fight but cannot win

Your suffering has no end

For the clock is about to strike one again.