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An Entity of Type : owl:Thing, within Data Space : 134.155.108.49:8890 associated with source dataset(s)

In a flash In a blur The unwitting drivers speed by In a lull In a dull roar of silence I can see the crows lined up beside me In my chair I raise my arm And I fire into the air The crows fly forward to me In a frenzy Mad as hell Minutes go by The crows fly by Back to their perch Time is of the essence Please don't let anyone slow down Please don't let anyone stop No one deserves to die Which is why no one can afford to stop by Time is something I ironically don't have As the traffic slows to gawk at another casualty of their hate And hope to see that survival comes about.

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  • Can't Stop Death
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  • In a flash In a blur The unwitting drivers speed by In a lull In a dull roar of silence I can see the crows lined up beside me In my chair I raise my arm And I fire into the air The crows fly forward to me In a frenzy Mad as hell Minutes go by The crows fly by Back to their perch Time is of the essence Please don't let anyone slow down Please don't let anyone stop No one deserves to die Which is why no one can afford to stop by Time is something I ironically don't have As the traffic slows to gawk at another casualty of their hate And hope to see that survival comes about.
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  • In a flash In a blur The unwitting drivers speed by In a lull In a dull roar of silence I can see the crows lined up beside me In my chair I raise my arm And I fire into the air The crows fly forward to me In a frenzy Mad as hell Minutes go by The crows fly by Back to their perch Time is of the essence Please don't let anyone slow down Please don't let anyone stop No one deserves to die Which is why no one can afford to stop by Time is something I ironically don't have As the traffic slows to gawk at another casualty of their hate The crows are a portent The crows look on And wait Waiting for a spectacle A dinner show As I get ready to pack up and admit defeat I hear the sirens wail and I jump to my feet Below me, under my bridge Is a burning building Fiery and bright A model of Gomorrah stands to fall I know that it is impossible For even a god, Father Time, to stop death itself As the roof caves in and a choreographed gasp is let out I walk down the road into the sunset And hope to see that survival comes about.
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