Death of time unending
revelation doth devour
that willful call for after-all
we're in the final hour
Trumpet sound to heart resound
as curtains come a-calling
pastures green no longer glean
unseen with twilight's falling
Circumstance not left to chance
for one and all are beckoned
moments spent as hearts repent
relent upon the reckoned
Just be dealt a will none else
for no more needs it's doing
skies ablaze with memories made
and souls with roles renewing
Death of time unending
revelation-ed apparitions
that final call for after-all
we fall without remissions
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