Death decks out in painful forms,
\nstaggered hours and waiting lines,
\nfighting foul earth winds and storms,
\nsearching for more grand designs.<\/p>\n
Man is fruitless, funny, hollow,
\ntrapped inside a shell of time.
\nLeaders fall and nations follow.
\nDeath alone can solve the rhyme.<\/p>\n
Tick on, clock with broken hands.
\nComfort ages. Sorrow stands.
\nHope eternal, spring anew,
\nas we bid our time adieu.<\/p>\n
Push a button for a vision.
\nDrop a coin into a slot.
\nMan approaches his decision.
\nTime is slow but death is not.<\/p>\n
Dig ye deep and dig ye plenty.
\nNo one knows his length of stay.
\nSome bow out at ten or twenty.
\nOthers crawl toward judgement day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"