Tick tock. went my grandfather clock. Always screaming the burning of time.
Time. What is time? Nothing but the slicing down of each breathe of life. Be it a milisecond, second or hour.
But who is to slice it down? Know how many more breathes we ought. It even seems odd that they are even timed.
Nowonder I remember the words in the Holy book;
“Our days are numbered but whoever does the will of God lives forever!”
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