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Time After Death
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
A clock ticking slowly, but so loud
like the heart with no beat now
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
Make it stop, Make it stop!
the ticking of that d**n clock
she is dead, I know for sure
by the hate, I can't endure
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
blood drips from my fingertips
Sorry. Sorry. I must be
though I cannot see
why it should matter much to thee
Fear I see upon your face
though a tear I do not make
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
says those hands, upon that clock.
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