Disasterpiece in The Tick of Time
Entitys existence wore a soiled sole that paved a road of sable suspicion
Blank pathetic sort of face that sketched a curse, the line of life demolition
Enigma came in the wake of the moon to gamble the hand of chances wife
Footprints trampled underfoot across the ribbon of fate calling eternal after life
Uncontrollable hunger that starved the mouth of the skull hollow set thy name
Doom rode in to dark tonight as danger saluted with a stance now proclaim
Hand that tells to man a whisper that lingers every note that tocks
Echoes of darkness that trailed with truth to every tick known to clock
Stares that stiffen up the lip to silence, the sound of deaf that could hear
Words piercing the flesh; fingers of hand that burn with blood to smear
Point of entry rejected, now delivered him to the living tomb of faults alley
Torn asunder from beneath the shadows, whispers out of time the "Grande Finale"
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