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There is a time, to make time
For broken wishes
There is a day, between the days
That never comes

A severed tongue
It spins the tale of crimson kisses
But even spoken, on curse is molten
And stays untold

Prolonged the longing, a promised torture
To gear on rapture the claw of sin
Redemption lingers a jaded vulture
The moment's capture is out of reach

The pendulum, it does not swing
Stands askew with eyes that gleam

And on it stares at mirrors within
The chronic time labyrinth

Prolonged the wording, a promised sentence
That keeps imprisoned what dwells within
Eternal fingers to cage the essence
Of what once was and what will be

The pendulum, it does not blink
Speaks the truth, its lips are sealed

And on it stares at mirrors within
The chronic time labyrinth

Mounting the power, idle it seems
As it consumes all there is

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