

HourglassMy heart beats fast, but progress moves like sand through an hourglass It creeps and crawls, forever falls, worse than a tortoise trek As I scribble and scrawl these words I writhe and I wretch And I wonder what's happened to this world, the raging tilt-a-whirl we all call Home. It's a broken home, and those who blow the tome moan: "The sancity must be upheld, the heathens must be dispelled!" And we all know it's wrong, and we all throw Tantrums and fits and many a bitch, while we sit Complaining and whining, we all know it's wrong, we all know! So we sing songs, thinking it'llHourglass
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