Time Killers
The hands of Chronos slow when I need them fast,
But fast when I need them slow.
Can't he get it right?
I battle him everyday
Til I get paid
But he never fades
So I ready my white flag.
The hourglass is on my back
I am looking for a purpose
My hopes fade and flicker
Each time I see the light.
I jump up Chronos' round belly
And rip off his limbs
I want him to cringe
But it's useless.
Back to normal, Chronos knocks me off the face of time
Nowhere to go but forward
Will this fight ever end?
I find myself at the feet
Of the mighty Chronos fleet
So I reach for the surrender
But instead, the fender.
They cannot stand the rampage
A storm of progression is coming
I pick his armies apart
The hands of Chronos go bye
They become distorted for now
And do not matter
I rise from the mud, nearly defeated.
Chronos still resides in the clock tower
Always ready for challengers
He can never go
For if time fails, who knows.
Copyright, Vincent Decker, 2008.
But fast when I need them slow.
Can't he get it right?
I battle him everyday
Til I get paid
But he never fades
So I ready my white flag.
The hourglass is on my back
I am looking for a purpose
My hopes fade and flicker
Each time I see the light.
I jump up Chronos' round belly
And rip off his limbs
I want him to cringe
But it's useless.
Back to normal, Chronos knocks me off the face of time
Nowhere to go but forward
Will this fight ever end?
I find myself at the feet
Of the mighty Chronos fleet
So I reach for the surrender
But instead, the fender.
They cannot stand the rampage
A storm of progression is coming
I pick his armies apart
The hands of Chronos go bye
They become distorted for now
And do not matter
I rise from the mud, nearly defeated.
Chronos still resides in the clock tower
Always ready for challengers
He can never go
For if time fails, who knows.
Copyright, Vincent Decker, 2008.
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