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Cruelty Of Time
Time,
Tick, ticking away,
In pitiful time we stay.
The triumph of one
will mean the death of a son.
Cruel days befall us all,
remember this, on the day you fall.
Time is a weapon.
Although unusable by us,
It creates a barrier between many,
separating people, making them unappreciative of any.
It flow and never stops,
Not caring when someone drops.
Forever it goes on, not fearing,
about the many lives it is shearing.
