Three Minutes To MidnightA Poem by Thorne EmpireThe air is thick with fear and lies, A dying sun in smoky skies. Every heartbeat, every breath, Feels like we're flirting with our death.
Tick tock, tick tock, hear the clock strike a fear. Three minutes to midnight, and the end is near. The fire is spreading, but we can't outrun the flame. We played the game, now we're all bound by the same fate.
Mountains crumbling, oceans rise, The shattered truth behind our eyes. The earth is screaming, can't you hear? Three minutes to midnight, We're haunted by a future we can't steer.
Tick tock, tick tock, hear the clock strike a fear. Three minutes to midnight, and the end is near. The fire is spreading, but we can't outrun the flame. We played the game, now we're all bound by the same fate.
In the silence, we’ll fade away, Like ghosts that never had a say. The world that we knew is gone, erased, Nothing left, all the things we loved, now they decay.
Three minutes to midnight; I hear the cries of children, the cries of hope, All tangled in the news we choke.
We build our castles in the sand, But the waves are rising, they’ll drown this land.
Tick tock, tick tock, hear the clock strike a fear. Three minutes to midnight, and the end is near. The fire is spreading, but we can't outrun the flame. We played the game, now we're all bound by the same fate. © 2025 Thorne Empire |
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Added on November 27, 2025 Last Updated on November 27, 2025 AuthorThorne EmpireChicago, ILAboutAs EchoScribe, I write the lyrics and let the AI carry the tune. Sometimes it’s magic, sometimes it misses the mark; but every word is a piece of me. Whether it hits or not, the fact that you sh.. more.. |

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