Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock
The hand strikes twelve.
The noise continues to fill the silent room.
Minute by Minute, time passes in the bleak area
zombie like bodies litter the seats.
There movements similar to each other
seemingly staring into nothingness.
But in reality, they are staring at the clock watching the time.
They will wait til the clock strikes three.
The hand strikes twelve.
The noise continues to fill the silent room.
Minute by Minute, time passes in the bleak area
zombie like bodies litter the seats.
There movements similar to each other
seemingly staring into nothingness.
But in reality, they are staring at the clock watching the time.
They will wait til the clock strikes three.

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