Death and the End of Time

RABBIT ON THE PULPIT

Part 59 “Death and the End of Time “

Time is the master of destiny,

It manifests in small and tiny,

Particles of life, with its irony..

Pricking you with thorns,

Caressing,for the final goodbye,

Whether in life or death,

Time hovers upon each of the tale,

The tale of time..

In good, in bad,

The Universe, the metaverse,

Life, time has no reverse..

Its remorse.

On Gods’ purpose..

Humans, equal in death,

Not this subjective life..

Prejudice, after prejudice,

Injustice before justice.

As day follows night,

As light follows darkness,

The wind blows,

The rain pours,

Falls, rivers run,

Trees grow,

Mountains rule,

Ice melts,

Winter, autum, summer,

Seasons change,

Crippy life of creatures,

Crawl,

Owls hoot awfully..

This ensnared blowing life..

To Plato, the end of time,

Is when the soul ceases to count,

Does it matter?

All becoming matter?

Matter we came from,

And matter we shall return,

Upon the end of time,

Keep No sweat Keith..Rest, Rest..

Like Kafiti, the Village Wag

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