clock stands still
composed yet unsophisticated
while the game of life
continues unsheltered
by my constant sabre rattling
and my undone sense of shame
are we so truly wasted
on the untamed course of time?
i can't believe i'm still here
and my body of work unnamed
what is the story?
why are you naked and unarmed?
here is the final bell
i hear it, unsure of heaven or hell
and the clock strikes
and unlocks this final spell
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