In the realm of unrecorded syllabus of time,
Ticking,ticking,ticking,
Changes occur from time to time,
Uninviting nonetheless unavoidable,
Just as how the soil rumble and crumble into a hollow,
To where blasphemous havoc occur,
Where time continues ticking,
Never-ending flow of sands circulating in the hourglass,
As the inevitable is at its presence,
Adapting as nature flourishes,
May the unrecorded syllabus of time keeps ticking,
So will it pout as to diminishing to mention of.
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