An invalidated fallacy stands separated and subjugated, as the sands start running through the hourglass - Its feminine shape stands alone, counting grains cross the portal one by one. An approximation of stolen time notation. It's all mine, whether they're counting or taking. It's not counterfeit. It's accurate in aptitude to cause those who would doubt with one second less to count... and then bit by bit, the all-important and over-exaggerated shit; the instigated and insightful brains, all trying their best to maintain a paradigm of passages; implying the cycle's the Master's whip, but I see... I'm the Mistress and Master is whipped. I forged this hourglass from root to tip. It looks the same, even when it's inverted. You still don't get it?
*last grain falls...*
Time to Flip.
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