When the Clock Strikes Ten When the clock strikes ten The world will end. I’ll have nine bucks for the afterlife. A young girl will miss her mom, For she raised her alone with not a nickel. Towns will be empty but for broken promises. Parties will be empty besides half eaten cake. Loveless lives will end, as will the search. Businesses will fall. The competition will end. A homeless man stands aside a rich one. Is that such a bad thing? So be it. For when the world ends. And the clock strikes ten. I’ll enter a brightness. Bearing none of this.
