Time Runs On

time runs on and on never stopping to take a break all ways on the move got to go can not stop until the end when it stops no one knows but all will fear the end of time when skies darken and the ground starts to shake a shake so great that the very flames of the dark abyss rises from the deeps of hell its self so what should we do. should we run in fear from time its self or should we just forget it all together and think happy happy thounts

by joey cooksey

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Time runs on until the end of times.