The song of death is always playing in the other room
Never clearly ringing in these ears
Getting close to the final chord will change everything
At that moment, your god will judge you
It will ask if it is your time
(Not if you want to go)
And no matter how well you used to cover up your sordid affairs
You will tell the truth.
We never took an oath, yet we are bound by law
Everything is prone to exceptions
outliers
Except this
Accept your reality, or it will never change
We will meet again.
Only this time, it will be you as the wind and I as the sea.
About the Creator
Ann Crafter
I believe that art exists to express emotions so specific/unique that one requires an unconventional outlet to display them.
Everything I write makes sense to me; each word has a place and provides clarity to my being.
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