Wicked

When the hands of time are against you...

Wicked is as wicked does. Twisting like the hands of time. Light that no longer shines. It grows fierce like thorny vines. Like a faucet. Hot and cold. Turning it off when it gets old. A candle slicker, snuffed out in a scurry. The clock ticks backwards instead of forwards. A broken and useless necessity. 

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Wicked