hell on earth began with the tick, tick, tock of a clock telling me I'm late for an early grave but truth be told I've been late for everything even kept my mom waiting forever in labor pains that was the first time I didn't let anyone push me around so began a lifetime of refusing to move on command It's not so much the responsibility I mind but the oppression and tyranny of time being ruled by that artificial construct of society once we lived by natural laws using the seasons, moon, and stars to tell us when to plant and sow and harvest how I abhor the minuscule minds forcing us to endure minutes counting down as if the rotation of earth now hung in the balance saving us from annihilation through the tick, tick, tocking of their hearts eventually, the world slows and time pirouettes en dedans a lifetime fighting the clock becomes just simple dance steps finding in the end there are no heroes left no wrongs to right, or wars to fight for time has already won
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