Where there is time there is no mercy/Marching along sand and our faces/One fine kingdom at a time/ until there is nothing left but dust and nothing between moments except for falling bombs/Until measured moments become eternities stretched over other eternities/there go I before the grace of God into sweet summer slumber/walking, not running in my own sand/ My cup runneth over/but Human beings are like waiting ticking time bombs/Not unlike unseen gods, see our cold blood run/What someone will call destruction others will call prophet/humankind/human kindness/What have you done?

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