5 O’clock


Time is ticking, but the clock sits still.
Time is moving quicker, but the clock is still the same.
Time is ending, but the clock remains.
A time that sets the same hour, it remains in the same place.
Never moving from the number just ticking louder and louder.
If the world was to end.
Let it began at 5 O'Clock.

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