... What's the Time?

There was something about the poetry of that fire that made Nick recite one of the Lord's prayers like lyrics to a song he just remembered, and yeah there were three; two were hidden and the third one would probably be lost on Him but more so the rest of the world, but he couldn't remember what the second one said though he could remember how it made him feel like a sinner. They say sacred words lose their sanctity on the lips of mere man, maybe the third is better off unknown, a Hermetic teaching that goes to show that people are more predictable then they are right sometimes.

Surprised to have memorised it to the sound of church like bells somewhere in the rain, he didn't know what brought it up; apart from having read those words in a hymn book he found in the night stand draw. Bound in black leather hard back as the published property of some godforsaken church spin-off called "Good News Edition" like a reboot of a spiderman sequel tucked into a dark corner. Nick chuckled, having