Hands of Chronology

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Hands of Chronology

Time...time never stops.
Swirls around do the hands of the clock.
Change is the dissident of all power,
it can destroy glory in the most glorified hour.
The tower stands tall but eventually must fall.
Walking down the hall, you could hear time's call.
Constant change, impudent rage.
It is a wonder in itself like the acts of a mage.
Time shakes the foundations of bigotry.
The outer church walls show signs of wear
The foundation of the building begins to tear.
Branches of vines climb to the top
And tear down the building, cleaning it out like a mop.
The sun shines where it had not for so long.
Time disregards all right from all wrong.
It is the doer and undoer
In a world that continues getting newer.
It can tear history apart without anyone's knowing.
The power is constistently showing.
Chronology is a stream that keeps on flowing.