The River Time
The river time, runs red like wine
From sinner's blood, both yours and mine.
The swelling pools are the Devil's tools
Used to drown the loveless fools.
The fast, the slow, the young and old,
Fall victim to its undertow.
The deadly tide that rushes by
Is filled with tears of truth and lies.
In it's red lagoon is certain doom
You'll be reborn in Death's cold womb.
For some rapid bends, you may well fend
But the Time will sink you in the end.
So heed the signs within this rhyme
No one out-swims the flow of Time.
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