Father Time's the same as he ever was, he hasn't skipped a beat.
Greeks used to call him Cronos, a bearded man with missing teeth.
A snake in his mouth was an ancient symbol for eternity.
Amazed at how tall he stood through the rifts and emergencies.
Helped everyone move on from tragedies and self-vacancies.
Patiently he's been waiting on fate to start chasing dreams.
Yet Time moves forward towards a dried up puddle of progression.
Since adolescence, he's been fueled by his brother's tough aggression.
Their parents were never really there, they had worked so hard.
Mother Earth and Father Sky kept the world away from a curtain's call.
Father Time and Brother Death, one to move on, one to pass through.
One to cue all towards emptiness, one that runs to catch you.
One gets a statue, the other keeps you awake at night.
Afraid and might piss your pants unless you stay to fight.
The brothers of life got along for awhile staking their claims.
Hitler had his go but Death ultimately erased it in vein.
Their Mother of Earth raising the tides and blaming the skies.
Father of the Sky making it rain hard and shaming the wife.
He called it climate change, she drafted divorce papers.
Either way, a doctor will get credit and an award later.
Our leaders are setting a bad example for the settlers.
Not politicians, earth wind and fire forever trample the senators.
If the world's features cannot stay together, they soon sever.
Then how are the people expected and presumed to do better?
They blame themselves for the floods, fires and hurricanes.
Climate change or not, we need to transpire and learn this maze.
As the sky's stuck counting stars, earth smiles with a .40 caliber.
A world divided, we note today's date has scorn the calendar...
...As the day that the sky fell into the earth, and time into death.
Existance now non-existant, yet what's not missing is a pile of stress.
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