Oh Lords of time & cruel crease,
Of ticking clocks that never cease,
You, of all old sins & lined regrets,
Of old schemes & dreams not yet met.
Of soft flab, dim drab & all that droops,
Of drips, blips & bones that crisply stoops,
You, of dimmed eye & wandering mind,
Of all our memories gone & cannot find.
Ruling, over lice, linnet, men & tiny mice,
Over passing seasons of heat & hoary ice,
Time-lords reigning, with cruel clawed hand,
In your path, no one´s safe upon this land.
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