Reap the time your ticking

Death returns back onto death due to the reaper reaping what he sows.

Her clock is ticking
She's the chosen one the clock is picking.
As she intervines through the dark volcanic waving pitts burning sulfurs,than to life, and than last the white Vail that remains in and out she sees to be
Drifting , flowing waving her countious into an angelic ever glowing mind drifting.
Clock is ticking he's a picking as hes still
Clock is standing , watching this spirit the ticker awaits in silence to react gladly and her eternal soul he is in so desperate need to grab hold.
In one place its her he's awaiting in her spirit he's desperate
Because she's an everlasting Godly sheild all her living living life
She fought to grab and hold onto so death she'd never know.

Reviews

[Chris]

I followed an interesting thought flow - though some of the words left questions of were they your intent or an uncaught typo.