Time a general element of life
The One controls beautiful night and day
The clock, man wants to stab with a sharp knife
But he also controls the lavish pay
How tensions rise and crowds begin to cry
They will be smothered, crippled, and encaged
It’s the apocalypse so man might die
Incessant toil, privation, the crowd raged
An article was verbosely written
Oh, those vibrant words engulfed great passion
He stood up, the crowd at his side spoken
The One was destroyed and spared no ration
The day came when there were once working clocks
But tomorrow they dissembled as rocks
By The pres Alex
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dramatic rendition of the MHS clock debacle? love the hyperbole, Alex.
-- Alexa
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