Monday

The Pendulum Winds Down


In God's perfect time,
There was no end.
For time never mattered,
When there was no sin.

But the day Adam fell,
Times clock began.
As the world started spinning,
From the sins of man.

Round and round,
Time and again.
As the earth grow drunker,
from spinning in sin.

Sinning and spinning,
Spinning in sin.
Time cries for more,
Now sensing the end...

For as true as beginning's,
Even time has an end.
As the pendulum winds down,
On the time of sin. 

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