Behold Time


One shan’t commit sins said the angels of god,
But oh forgive me lord for I managed to sin,
Taken for granted the most sacred of your gifts,
Ridiculed it and now stand onto a precarious perch;
It slipped like a sand out of its dune from my hand,
I clutched onto the last grain like a mad parched man,
Scholars had warned of the great eminence it held,
To use it with acuity, gumption and wit;
Oh pardon me creator! I am only a man,
Show me your uncanny mercy, I shall never dampen,
Guide me with your wisdom, I intend no foolishness,
For I will bethink forth disputing the enigmatic time.

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