The
sand's of the hour glass,
Continue
to pour.
But
when the bottom cylinder fills,
Time
will be no more.
No more time to measure,
For
the glass above.
Not
one moment hidden in the funnel,
For
the time that was.
All sand's are collected,
And
all will be judged!
Every
second, every moment,
From
all that was.
Some never believed...
That
this time would come!
But
this time comes for all,
Not
just some.
With every second and every moment,
The
glass is filling, with no time to spare.
Be
warned, be ready,
Be
aware!
What were the sands of time,
Is
now the sea of eternity.
What
was all the time in the world,
Is
now a world without it.
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