December 1, 2008
By David Patterson, Russellville, AR

Am i destined to perish young?
like the fading embers of this dying sun
my life long lived ends abruptly
as i drag the cosmos all around me

Will my death reap sorrow from the sky?
lights abound as the soul from me flies
awaking once more in an empty shell
lit with the many fires of hell

A minute passes a minute closer
another second slides by slower
Eons of time stretch in this way
Formed by suns passing away

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