Gonna clean your clock that's the hook, Angels author, time is the book.

I talk about time and space, the plot is pictured on your face.

Dimensions clash and buck, from complicated themes to rhymes like The Truck.

Here is a sample, beats loud, I built The Truck just to move the crowd!

The centuries are history in this book with images and sounds stored in a nook.

A nook is a cranny let's stop, absorb that knowledge as part of the plot.

Time interacts freely, but to alter time you must pay a fee.

The fee is a she named doe ray me, you can only pay the fee with Angel currency.

The currency... is a sound, meaning Angel riches are always profound.

They stack time in stacks, some time is loose some times exact.

Time gets lost like spare change, it will fall back in place or things rearrange.

When lost it's the wild wild west and Angels respond to ease the unrest.

The time is found and it fits, back into place like it was never missed.

You know the feeling it's deja vu, like you've been there before, Well it's True!

Where's The Truck? Now it's back, moving the crowd with time that we stacked.

More angels on board, we downshift time as The Truck engine roars!

We hit a bump, some time fell, over the side and into a well.

After the well the time sloshed, and rejoined The Truck as we crossed a marsh.

Back on the road in The Truck, pedal down gears up.

What's behind us? The brakes don't work! ... to late… I hear a siren chirp.

The crime a Time Warp and with this charge you don't go to court.

The side of his car said Angel Supreme, he got out and rewound the scene.

He said "Confess and pay your fine, you decline your life I rewind".

I look around, didn't see the sign, it says WARNING! FATHER TIME...




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