Stop all the clocks

by Spoken Silence   Jun 7, 2008


Stop all the clocks, for it is the hour,
The time for all the souls to shower,
Showering the streets for all who weep.
Spreading pain like acid rain,

Burning each mortals heart.
Unable to stand what they feel,
So they collapse under the pressure.

Each and every innocent falls,
Not one is protected.
Not one is safe.

For once the clock strikes,
Those who lie awake are gone.
Robbed for their emotions,
Left with their pain.

Once that pain gets worse,
Unable for one to stand,
They freeze, freeze for all humanity.

Stop all the clocks, for it is the hour,
The time for all the souls to shower,
New souls follow right behind,
There are more to come for this night is mine.

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