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"I was just following orders, My arms are tied." So said the clock.

Bright haunted souls painted black -
Like starless sky.
A pale sea strangled by white waves
Day-less noon beckons the night to choke the sun
Each doleful moment a century.
Every trivial second an Aeon's funeral.

The tragedy of time,
Dies with this rhyme,
You want it to carry on?
How? its gone.