Time of Death
The watch on your wrist even hinted a time
Your countdown did start on the moment of birth
Death patiently waits before committing the crime
The hands of time on their monotonous course
Rotate slowly around in their journey of fate
When the hour, the minute, the second arrives
The things you had planned... You planned too late!
As the nail now strikes and it stops all the hands
Abruptly they come to a grinding halt
As death now crawls out of its hiding place
To attack with its destined assault
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