Time

Time is healer of all wounds
But oh, how time creates you more
As life goes on it hews and hacks
And leaves you broken pained and sore
Stained and scarred to the very soul
It bludgeons on in blood lust craze
It’s vile claws tear and maim my flesh
It’s evil breath pervades my days
But as my life begins to ebb
I’ll turn and laugh in Time’s own face
I’ll leave it cold and stiff and dead
And pass into a timeless grace

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