clockwork
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As days turned to years
And faces grew lined
Time grew scarce
And harder to find
And somewhere between the tick
And the tock
The face of our God became
The face of our clock
The watchmaker is not personally fond of watches, in fact he loses track of what time it is quite often. He has nothing against clocks mind you, he just does not particularly enjoy them, they're just clocks.
Life is a clock,
And we are the gears,
Because clocks do not scare us.
We know that after seven o’clock comes eight,
