Bright stars turn dim,
Planets fall by kings of men,
Light turns bitter in early May,
Dark turns sweet like a divine treat on a cold day.
Things become new and stranger to you.
On one faithful day the world will end,
And what we've done is take our lives at a greedy hand.
When we die everything we've done will flash before our eyes.
So pick now,
And not later what you would like to see among all things.
When the end is near you may run, but never hide.
You can cry, but why cry when you knew it would come?
Why fear what was to happen later on?
For you were coming to death as it came for you.
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