by Jesse Kongos
Time's a tank
that ploughs on through our space
it favors none
too slow to notice
when and how it moves
too fast it runs
make you mark right now
start to grow your soul
soon you'll see the end
perhaps that will be all
and you will not be real
vanish from the light
and nothing will remain
at all
he's the one
who always seems to win
he can't be beat
some say and sing
that he will take their side
they can not cheat
make you mark ...
soon you'll see ...
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