Town Of Deaths Clock

Old sun sets,
And the new moon reflects.
Mysterious town sucks you right in.
Nights of booze, gambling, and many other sins.
Secrets dwell deep in the well.
Just one slip and you'll fall straight to hell.
Temptations deceptive because there's a debt,
And death awaits to collect.
Damned people gather in the square.
Calling out for blood as two unfortunates nervously stare.
At the ticking clock that controls their fate.
Time is foretelling and never a second late.
Old sun sits in position of high noon.
Grave stones plotted in the light of the moon.
Drawing of the peacemakers making peace with god.
Will be settled after the clearing of the gunpowdered fog.
Victors resume their nightly sin.
Clock casts in spell cause it won't be long til they do it again.
This is not a game and no way to live.
In the town of deaths clock its only take and not give.
Accumulated my belongings to get on with my route.
I won't waste anymore of my time on that clock for this town to spit me out.
Fear will subside once im on the right track.
Not a spared glance never to look back.