The Midnight Clang of the Twenty-forth Gate
A Pangolin swings, a new days begin A Line in Time, every twenty-forth Chime, it determines our Fate
When the past is bound, Imprisoned in time …
The choices are two at… The Midnight Clang of the Twenty-forth Gate
A sublime in time….
We drift to a state of mental unwind. A Line in Time, every twenty-forth Chime, it determines our Fate
The Midnight Clang of the Twenty-forth Gate
Engulfs our mind, Sets the soul to rest…. A Line in Time, every twenty-forth Chime, it determines our Fate
O that twenty forth chime, how it sounds every twenty fourth round.….
We choose our path, every hour that passes by The Midnight Clang of the Twenty-forth Gate A Line in Time, every twenty-forth Chime, it determines our Fate
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