Clock of Death

by Humberto   Dec 7, 2006


The Clock of Death ticks and tocks every second that goes by is pain and rain. We sit here and wonder if the sun will ever come out and wonder if this world is really hell we suffer we die every minute that goes by we think why are we here every hour that goes by we cry every day that goes by we are closer to death.

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