Tick-Tock

This world keeps flowing madly Over so very many rocks Things are scary and so bumpy As the broken clock tick-tocks Blood pools as it runs in red From cuts and bullet holes Crying fills the city streets And peaceful country knolls People's eyes roll back to white While they hold their children near Praying to a sadly absent God As they cower down in fear Tick-tock, tick-tock as blood drips Filling up the crimson pools While we wait for God to answer Like a bunch of bloody fools