A hoarse whisper croaking "Listen" uttered by Mister Time, his ticking-tocking mocking a moment which he steals before we may enjoy his hostile hands destroy an instant, insistant that distance must be employed over-worked and lacking joy we walk like zombies petrified single-file, our Master Time, Boss of Loss of peace of mind and freedom enslaved are we, shackled, chained to a clock mocking the hour of our powerless progression towards a digression of present-tense, defenseless we render service to the bastard our master Mister Time resembles assembly line production of spiritual reduction resulting in decline in value of the soul sold so expensive, extensive damage to the worth of Now he cracks his whip, our Master minutes slipping faster by, a rippling current in time a sonic wave vibration, a seismic devastation, a disaster, Master Time he forcasts our occupation in servitude, denied emacipation ...infinite frustration there is no escaping the torture of Time our slavery a constant unwaivering demonstrative statement, a binding contract an abstract construct of the human mind, an illusionary document declaring ownership of our lives merely, an invention of mankind a synaptic glinch in perception a traumatic pinch of deception a trick of Master Time a tick-tock chime music of a massacre, the passing of Time murder of our Master the death of Mister Time the evolution of mankind revolution of the mind freedom released from perpetual confinement defining liberty... what it means to be freed from bondage an homage to Master Time ---------------- Models: =Morf-stock Clocks: Sxc.hu images # 183128_7390 485647_62539210 710099_77729815 791087_90562725 857258_68722167 1003409_50820049 Textures: =Ayelie-stock & Sxc.hu image#888382_97270013 Poem: mine [link]
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