The hands of the clock feel as if their sinking in quicksand but still they don't stop.
Demon's clinching their hands around my voice box.
As if their trying to silence my spirit so it don't talk.
Like in the boat with peter and jesus called to him and the demons said don't walk.
But like him i still step on the water and walk to my father because i got faith in the king that holds the clock.
Faith that wont stop.
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A man without god is no man at all..