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The sun cascades over mournful mountains,
tick tock, tick tock

the wind a ghost’s gentle caress
tick tock, tick tock

They all know the fruit has been bitten,
tick tock, tick tock

And so she is as a pig lead to slaughter,
tick tock, tick tock

The man’s grip sweaty, an eager grin graces his face,
tick tock, tick tock

A bird screams in the distance, the sky weeps,
tick tock, tick tock

hesitant, waiting for it to fall they hold their breath,
tick tock, tick tock

SCHH-LIC-KK, BOOM
The clocks stops, she is finally free.



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