Time passes


One day,
They say,
Passes away,
Like a shadow in the night.
Time is precious use it well,
And keep all evil at bay.
For you know not the day,
Our good Lord shall say,
“My little one,
The time has come,
To fight the final fight.”
And in your ear,
The last thing you’ll hear,
Is the tolling of the death bell.
And if you lived well,
In eternal bliss you shall dwell.
But if you did not,
Then poor is your lot,
In the burning fires of hell.
What I’m trying to say is live your life well,
And if you do this,
You shall have eternal bliss.
But if not, the fires of hell.

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