Time is the master of physicality;
both joy and sorrow he’ll bring;
manipulator of all earthly reality;
he sits on his throne as its king.
The obstinate one, stands at the helm;
surveying his vast domain;
for, in this earth, he is king of his realm;
nothing’s outside his claim.
He studies the sun as it rises and sets;
controlling all time, in between;
of sorrows he brings; he has no regrets;
he’s the demonic master, unseen.
Hiding in the shadows; plying his trade;
causing sunrise on sorrows each day;
smiling, watching broken hearts parade;
celebrating his deceitful display.
He began deceit, on the Master’s right;
a mighty cherub, beautiful and exalted;
leading the angels insurrection on Light;
and loss of glory, resulted.
Cast down to earth, permanently exiled;
he had nothing, but time on his hands;
then came man, from the God he reviled;
and Time became a part of his plans.
For evil, now had the man in his sight;
by divisiveness, he’d redefine;
proclaiming evil; that which was right.
It was only a matter of Time.
From the Time, Judas betrayed with a kiss;
and the day this kingdom unfurled;
for a lifetime, evil planned just for this;
and he had all the Time in the world.