Slamming the Door on Time

Hocus-pocus blood becomes water
The happy and content have it all
The happy and content falter
And now no answer to the call.

Tick tock time has run out,
The clockman has become weary.
Tick tock, tick tock, bricks break
And all mending becomes futile.

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