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Listen to the mechanism
The cuckoo choking in the hood
The nervous tic of cataclysm
The winder’s wages gone for good
The pendulum begins to swing
Bells crank up a final ding
Glasses running out of sand
Sundials running out of shade
Body clocks without a gland
Astrologers gone retrograde
Atomic clocks run out of data
See you later oscillator
Never mind it’s all been fun
Listening to the beeps and pips
Now it’s curtains for the sun
Let’s enjoy apocalypse
Let’s enjoy this fresh abyss
Chronology’s a piece of piss
