Time for a riddle
Time is a rodent
Ardent arrows
Are curses
Are they curses
Are they cured
Are they convergent
I am born a burned sun
I am born a blistering bone
There is a shift of shafts
There is prison of prisms
An iron iris irradient
An ark of arrows
Awaiting our augur
It’s an evil engineering
It’s an evil earth
That’s edged out of an eclipse
That’s eccentric of ellipsis
It’s an evil earth of eagles
It’s an evil earth of enumerations
That’s where all begun
Greed, grotesque, gory giant
Humongous hoist of humanity
It’s bound to burst
It’s bound to bind a beaming end
It’s never a silent sojourn
It will be an eventful eclipse
End of an ellipsis of evil earth
