Clockwork


When two equal powers try to fight
With amazing and untestable power inside them
One always wins and the other dies
Unless stopped by a common commotion

Perfect wheels turn against each other
Your only permitted to bend over backwards
And even if the day comes where you will be permitted to breath
You must not show them
With great power comes a great king

One wrong move in the great upper society
Leads to it all crashing down
Which is why the key to it all
Is placed in one hand clasped to pray

Even though the cogs are turning
And everything is new
If nothing gives it power
It will never sing

Do you notice there is something wrong?
Something just isn’t right
Something must be misplaced this clock won’t budge
And certainly will not ring

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