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Once Touched All Time Stands Still


Death again, the glorious symphony
mortal man has found his destiny
Once touched all time stands still
darkest hand exists only to kill


Spring, the time of earth's seeds
man rots helplessly in his needs
A few souls live in blessed relief
resting within their holy belief

Summer, life races into high gear
Sun shines, man has very little fear
His life is like a smoothed stone
Harshness seen only after he is gone

Fall, seeds planted for fair or ill
man still imposing his evil will
The stone moans with its new cracks
coldness coming with its attacks

Winter, the season so damn unfair
darkness coming fast from everywhere
Death trumpets its arrival with cold
man meets Fate, be he young or old

Death again, the glorious symphony
mortal man has found his destiny
Once touched all time stands still
darkest hand exists only to kill

Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015

Note: The Hand of Fate and the dark Hand of Death both
travel with man as deliverer of fruits from his bitter harvest.

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