When the world turns around, and angers creatures abound.The knees of the old, knocked over with gnashing disappointment, and pain. Hearts filled with rage, and tongues bathed in pain. Excited talks, now squeaks and cheery voices frail. Times will be limited,and evil ones, shall cower in their frivolous grooves. Their necks tanned with shame. Memories of the past blinding, them. Withered and wasted. Regrets flashing. Time's limited. Why dont you act Right?
