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Acrid Time�

Hot time crawls under my skin. Too many, have I had to bury� The sorrow runs down my cheeks Acrid on my lips when I try to breath. Who was it I let go of today? The pain adopts one face after this long� How is it that I will open my eyes tomorrow? That space, now an empty vapor, extinguished by My mind eternal� Oh unending time, It cruelly thrusts out ahead of Us, churning in spite of what it has done�. So many in pursuit of this child of creation� What has it ever given back? Time only takes, consumes, decays� The world's masses covet this elusive prize. This belligerent and mindless thing� It has been written that time waits for no one, but It is written wrong� Time lays in wait for us all�

By Sanctuary

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