Ticking along on a time bomb he was.

His actions known the world over

Alas, if only he lived, maybe he would die

But alive he was not and evil seeped through the cracks

The cracks of the world over where his name struck fear

Children leeched of their innocence and beautiful naivety

By his actions wrought upon this ‘great’ earth

A clockwork orange wound by the devil himself

Lashed out to harness malevolence,

Pour it into our veins

Grasped within his powerful fingers thrived the sin

To wipe out the poor world over.

Humanity was long gone when he fed on our hopes

Our blood now tainted with evil, now his followers

Enough to make you sick, force death upon your shoulders

Imagination and dreams flew from us, were snatched,

Were crushed

Our poor visions bloodied and soiled, stamped upon

No longer the world over, reality took harsh control

Ever the immoral leader, he ticked on and spit on our graves

What once was forever was now corrupted by time

And the poor world over was no more.

A clockwork orange wound by the devil himself

Destroyed the poor world over

Ground his pulp into our hearts, his evil juice in our blood

Ticked on and left his inhuman trail.

He was something full of life that didn’t have a choice

A used little doll by a nasty young man

And I have no anger towards him

After all he was only a toy.