Message in the sands of time.

Here they lie that messed up message in time. 

Here you are the offering. 

There they convoluting whispering about fate. 

The constitutional rights aren't applicable in douglas pouch. 
Sands of time, slow down a little , the time people have more to do. 
Tricks to play, and haunting two. 
Sticks gather on that beach to allow some sort of speech, letters drawn draged in that sand of time, so what will one say. 
Message what was that message you wanted washed away out to sea. 

Or bobbing around in that bottle of eternity. 

Here they where lied to me. 
Slowed down my fighting spirit. 
Showed that hour glass.

And the sand running through it. 
Mortal message received. Spun round alternative routes. 
Sandy uncertainty Sandy information can't make a sandcastle. 
Time we are all running out of time, sand is a million particles of old rocks on the shore and so are we. 
Degradation and depletion rock certainty. 
If I'm just a grain of sand in time. 
Then I'm going to stick it to them, make my messages clear. 
Draw lines in the sand so no evil to cross.