The Ticking Axe ©©

The clock’s hammer falls on the dieing seconds
One by one
They add up to the minutes that lead to the hour
The moment of truth

The hour the forces of darkness meet for one final battle
To decide your fate
To see if the jackals will slaughter all for pleasure
Or will the shadows swallow you whole for food

From the moment we are born
We are food for the hungry
Fodder for the wealthy
Parts for the machine

Every second that passes, a gear turns
Each minute the arm climbs up
Until a second past midnight
When the axe falls and it begins once more.

The dawn reveals the damned
Those who lay waste on the road
Yet the hammer still falls
Climbing slowly up once again

Walker