time sits in an echoed canyon
it is enclosed with ill illusion
suffering and Spitting
falling and faulting
calling and killing
when it opens its rusted eyes
time is a wretched slayer
spinning and enjoying its web for death
making no sense in what it does
making all fun for what it does
time consumes all: air, water, earth
time even consumes time
even consumes time
it overcomes all fear
while inspiring all souls with fear
burning like an ember of destruction
none ever escapes time
it is a perfect circle of downfall
=-[ I OWN THE SKY ]-=