The river time, runs red like wine,
From sinners blood, both yours and mine.
The swelling pools are the Devil’s tools,
Used to drown the loveless fools.
The fast, the slow, the young, and old,
Fall victim to its undertow.
The deadly tide that rushes by,
Is filled with tears of truth and lies.
In its red lagoon is certain doom,
You’ll be reborn in Death’s cold womb.
For some rapid bends, you may well fend,
But the Time will sink you in the end.
So heed the signs within this rhyme,
No one out-swims the flow of Time.
