Time mocks us as it gently passes by,
Time stalks us, for it slowly drains us dry.
Yet time cannot undo what is done to
Our bodies within it's confines; how true
Is it that a radiant light that will
Radiate far and wide with a great still
That stays the tide, and causes us forgo
The ways of Time for a new gravity
That better fills insatiability?
If light radiates change a does it show?
For stomping down time is a green plaid suit
Made of dollars, very soon given boot
By a tower made up of light green waves,
No longer Time's servant, with yells of rage!
Godzilla, Time, Money Man, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012
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