Timeless nature,
shrieks loudly,
against time.
Begging for answers,
wishing for truth,
hoping for light.
Every ticking screams stop,
a winding hand moving,
closing down on life.
A sobbing sound
grows steadily,
the dream is the truth,
they act and live.
Six little children,
grow into adults,
hardened to the world of imagination,
lost without joy,
they die slowly.
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