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Time the creaping thief, relentless in its war against belief. Destroyer of all things, it leads us on and lulls us with its healing tones, distant promise of spring in winters depth then amoungst autumn's beauty it breaths a chilly breath upon our necks. The elusive fact, everything that can be claimed can be denighed, not time. Timethe one true diety, all religions fade intoits past, all gods are eraised with its passing. It steals the innocents of youth, the beauty of a woman, the strength of men. The driving force of allthings, it has no past,no future it dose not rejoyce it dose not regret, intangible , magnificent in its quest . The master of destiny the misstres of emotion. That which we capture and disect into managable pieces, to which we give an hourly rate to approach our nemisis. Managed by belivers of invincibility, we turn our backs on time and worship higher beings, and time smiles at our futile gestures. When all has past and there is no future time may rest and count its bounty in an empty present, for time is all there is. The stealer of dreams, the bringer or wisdom, the destroyer of hope thedeliverance from pain, the bringer and taker of all things Time.
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