Tic Toc Joey Rock
Frozen eyes gazing towards her sky
Green body bags their establishment's
Contribution to this darker shade in gray
You as yours thought she was an endless day ?
That wicked's evil generation could somehow someway
Perpetually carry on these blood dreanched banners swaying
While taunting till time's what but, I have beheld your best shot yes
Apocalyptic passages a glimpse this omen the beginning theirs and think not
Love shall fail to crash then burn his piper's fortified walls: no galaxy high enough
Nor cavern aneath her sea your bunker deep enough; for disarray's kings of nothing nay
Except, this rusting clock spelling tears the end in sin twas yours: My Spirit, rushing tides His mountain.
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