Time Dies

Time ticks its way to self-destruction,
Infantly dying but never dead.
It is not forceful,
It is not violent,
But yet it has condemned us.
Empires collapse,
And even stone withers away in it's wake.
We are defenseless to its ammunition.
It is the greatest and powerful
Most subtle - gentle weapon.
More deadly than the nuclear bomb,
Less feared than the mewling kitten.
It is a disease that infects us,
Carefully plucking its victims from the crowd.
Time Dies,
And brings us with it.