While Facing The Reaper

Darkness surrounding us
Gone are the days of youth
Yet our sorrows are washed away with the tide
"Old Angel Midnight" will pour its sweet wine on shattered nerves
Consolation will come as surely as stars will appear in the night sky
The cycle continues"Frame by Frame"
Tonight we will walk by the ocean
feeling its power, its vastness
We are only a small part of eternity
Yet I cannot help feeling our stories are significant
Let's leave our planet a token of our existence
before the reaper sweeps away our part in the tale

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