Chronos

He has never been late
Or wrong
Infinitely patient
He waits for nothing
Everything waits for him
And his steady kick

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He’s unstoppable
In endless motion
From potential to certainty
Never looking back
How quickly he flies
How slowly he walks

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He was black and white
Now in color, fading
He'll meet you in the
Fourth dimension
Not once has he lied
But sometimes he play tricks

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He is a murderer
The only difference between
Life and death
He will never be punished
For what he has done
If only he could talk

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He heals all
Eventually
He can make anything
Insignificant (even you)
There is no problem
He can’t fix

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He can never rest
Nothing happens without him
And no one escapes
From his grip
Living or not,
All answer to the clock

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