Making to believe

That there is time for everything.

Seconds kill you slowly

But certainly.


You don't need a key

The door is locked from the outside

But they deprived me 

To set you free.


Walls of stones.

You're In the cell only four paces long

You're better submit imprisonment

By order of the crown. 


Making me to hope

That you'll take this curse off me

You know I can't deny 

My singularity


I can hear you say

To help you to escape the jail 

But I must obey

My majesty


Time glides on

And moon replaces sun

Prisoners turn the bones

One by one.

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