Shackled in this prison of time
ancient corridors, lurking mandibles
minutes and hours, act like bars,
there's so much to do
While we decay in these corridors of time.
Trapped,
prisoners for life,
deep in dark dungeons, full of strife
pale reflections of who we are,
fighting for a bit of gruel,
hearts long gone.....
The storm rages on
in this void of time and space
destinies molded by an unseen hand,
cold, pale captives - creeping unto death
the price we pay for human guile--
Only Death will shall make time disappear......
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