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- Faithhealer
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2025
You summon me to lie on the grass, letting shadows of my woes drift and pass. Day and night, you devour me, gnawing from within, relentlessly. I glance at my watch, fleeting, fast, you journey somewhere in the echoing past.
Time, you can mend my deepest scar, time, you can break this mortal jar, but my spirit will remain afar. Time, you rush with dizzying speed, until, grown old, we plant the seed of knowing you alone decree, and not poor, fragile me.
We seldom cherish our fleeting earth time, I pray to you, beseech you, so many times, my life, a sacrifice laid bare, each minute leads me to eternity's snare.
Time, you can mend my deepest scar, time, you can break this mortal jar, but my spirit will remain afar. Time, you rush with dizzying speed, until, grown old, we plant the seed of knowing you alone decree, and not poor, fragile me.
It lingers, the question, who dictates our fate? I know you are brewing something intricate. I know someday, I'll stand on trial's stage, judged for choices written on time's page. My destiny cradled in the hands of fate's watch, Time, you are ever receding into the echoes of the past's epoch.