Time

Time is what we have until we die
Until we're knocking on heaven's door,
With all our riches and our lore
Do we die, or do we fly?

Time is there until the lights go out
The candle burns and fades away
Are we to go astray?
The darkness leads to doubt

Time is when the angels fell
Fallen from all God's grace
To save the human race?
Oh, do pray tell!

Time is when the earth was young
Before the burning candle
“I do believe we need more kindle”,
So the devil sung

Time is the one who saves us,
from the reality the binds,
to the fantasy the blinds,
with desire, gluttony, and lust

Time is the Yin,
The One who made us.
Or the One who keeps us,
Time is the Yang.

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A/N: Well, yet another poem from me.

VGT