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"A Slow Death"

Gripped in this mortal terror, as life becomes unwound.

Forbidden to enlighten, Imprisoned to escape.

Trapped in sunlit darkness just "to do" the the timeless tasks,

Trashed and left for dead, beaten to the ground.

Passing through the gates of hell,

Careful where you step,

Haste makes hate.

The rush begins and ends the time,

It's lessened with each breath.

Let it live, and let it be, let it learn to love.

Poisoned pace delivers pain, the race is never won,

Always just behind it, moving at the speed of death.

Rats will race unti the end,

Their flags will never fly,

Haste makes waste.

"Haste Makes Waste"

Cursed tomorrows cry, Never find a way.

All now here to testify, Never here to stay.

You better watch out, Don't always be late.

There's nothing left to do but to seal your fate.

Sands of time will fall, Measure life's decay.

Mark the soulless creed, Nothing more to say.

You better watch out. You'll always be late.

There's nothing left to do but to seal your fate.

And so this is the final warning,

The return will never come,

Time has passed it by, Nothing here remains.

Gather 'round the sacred sound, Father Time plays on,

Haste makes waste.