Spirits grow old
Father of All Time
A barrel of snakes
Will never lie
Sleep sleep sleep
In beds on fire
Stand in the way
To never get tired
Antlers on trains
Coins coated in oil
Tracks skip town
To avoid turmoil
Skulls float in faith
Down endless rivers
Of shallow words
And indented shivers
Snow forces itself
Towards the city spine
To remind Death
Of Mother Time
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