The tattooed clock
An angel danced on my mother's womb as it rained days, then nights, my finite allocation. The angel whispered a prophecy about a tattooed clock appearing on my back, when it started ticking I would have to dance until it started to rain with angels. The clock appeared but did not tick, I felt faint movements on my stomach, as I slept an angels hands passed through to wind the clock. I woke, could not see as I danced with a messenger to fulfill a prophecy. I felt a kick inside, the new earth's inception, seraphs arrived with tattooed wrists.
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