The Forsaken Clock



Hell is another realm of truth transformed into a heaven forgotten and forsaken. It is a duality of both good and evil, married in a coffin and divorced in a tomb. What is this existence?, It is a shadowy circus that frowns and nods and make people applaud and watch the clock. It made them swallow the sand to rest and walk on it to reach the chair of rest, in a weary path which is motionless and paralysed, promising nothing and calling for nothing more than nothing.


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