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  • Nostrum Tempus

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    Time isn’t who we want him to be. Expectations failed, vindication his mission, He’s released his rage on us. Now, You and I are enslaved to him. We could break the bondLive out of time. I could measure the days In your arms I could measure the hours In the reflection of the sun In your innocent eyes. Eyes that I cannot look into because I would kill time for you, But how could we live with The blood on our hands? You are no lady Macbeth, And I find myself as prufrock, Stuck in society, stuck in

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    Time isn’t who we want him to be. Expectations failed, vindication his mission, He’s released his rage on us. Now, You and I are enslaved to him. We could break the bondLive out of time. I could measure the days In your arms I could measure the hours In the reflection of the sun In your innocent eyes. Eyes that I cannot look into because I would kill time for you, But how could we live with The blood on our hands? You are no lady Macbeth, And I find myself as prufrock, Stuck in society, stuck in

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    Nostrum Tempus

    Enviado por

    Fior Fabian
    Time isn’t who we want him to be. Expectations failed, vindication his mission, He’s released his rage on us. Now, You and I are enslaved to him. We could break the bondLive out of time. I could measure the days In your arms I could measure the hours In the reflection of the sun In your innocent eyes. Eyes that I cannot look into because I would kill time for you, But how could we live with The blood on our hands? You are no lady Macbeth, And I find myself as prufrock, Stuck in society, stuck in

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    Time isnt who we want him to be.

    Expectations failed, vindication his mission, Hes released his rage on us. Now, You and I are enslaved to him. We could break the bondLive out of time. I could measure the days In your arms I could measure the hours In the reflection of the sun In your innocent eyes. Eyes that I cannot look into because I would kill time for you, But how could we live with The blood on our hands? You are no lady Macbeth, And I find myself as prufrock, Stuck in society, stuck in time. There was always time, and there will Always be time to tick away and laugh Because I arrived too soon. Because he never knew how many more Tomorrows we would have, you with another And I alone. Time will never be who we want him to be. Never good, never emotional. He continues. And how can we disturb him?

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