Fathertime
Ode to you oh fathertime,
whose hour glass forever showes.
You sit upon your throne of skulls
with your tool of death by your side.
As your wings flap ablight,
and your cloack of shadows flap into the night.
I sit and watch out my window to see you flap by.
you are the greatist friend and a brother.
Oh fathertime
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Blackjacks life in the order of shadows
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