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by Mute Feb 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
When the clock strikes doom Don't panic Don't fear For the end will be near My life strikes 12 on that old grandfather clock Let's count back I'm going back in time To recount my past Ante-up my secret calling11,10,9,8... Why must we keep counting for goodness sake. My heart can no long wait Push forward count to 12! The clock's evil tune is still ringing Tick.tock,tick,tock... The walls burst into flames! the buildings burn down the Earth crumbles and shakes!! The clock strikes doom And it ends this hell bound place.
by Xx Grieving from the inside outxX
I like the feeling of your poem keep up thegreat work