Cask - Eleventh Hour

"At the third stroke it will be 11:12 and 40 seconds..."
"Hello?"
"We are all going to die, we can't survive much longer"
"Hello, emergency services. How can I help you?"
"You've always wanted to leave your mark. But I cannot let you move forward
I know what you are running from but you need to contend with what you've done
The clock it ticks, but not in your favour. Redeem yourself to every God, because not one is your saviour"

Written by:
Cask Thomson

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