The Final Clock

Here lies the seed of life begun
Creation kissed by Holy One
Formed from dust, by breath divine
Shaped beneath the hand of time

When angels strike their golden strings
The skies will echo as they sing
Of sacred scrolls and hidden lore
The tale of all that came before

The planets shift and fall in line
A sign of trials yet to shine
Upon the Earth, a dark accord
Was sealed with sin and hell’s own lord

The end of life draws ever near
Destruction's breath is creeping here
Corrupted hearts and blinded eyes
Shall face the wrath that rends the skies

The world will fall, the flame will rise
A curtain closed on earthly ties
The hours tick in final grace
Upon the clock that ends our race

Each ticking hand, each tiny move
Marks fate that none can now remove
It is the book's last turning page
Of good and evil, peace and rage

By deeds of creatures born in pride
The wild sons who once defied
They preached with lies, made vows in vain
Yet never walked what they proclaimed

With perfect form, a craft was made
A machine that counts the world's decay
Each hour, minute, breath, and beat
Draw closer now to death’s defeat

A riddle cracked with holy fire
Revealed by signs the saints admire
The devil’s clock begins to chime
And innocence will weep in time