Uncertainty is in no short supply;
Stability and power changes lands.
Friends that will never leave somehow all go.
Why all this happens, we can never know.
But no matter what, we are in good hands,
For time, the clock’s best friend can never lie.
Yet Damn that face for with its simple sound,
It spells out timely ticks toward our last breath.
While mockingly it knows that it can’t end.
Yes, nothing can we do to make it bend
As all of us in time must come to death,
At that time when the man doth come around.
And so in all I hope you learn my friends,
Don’t fear the message that the bell toll sends.
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