But Tomorrow May Never Die

The soul reaps its rewards as it is compromised as tomorrow never dies. A faded glory... Souls linger on, in either heaven nor Hell only Purgatory. Futures are left undone, never won histories are full of things never known as tomorrow flies. The reapers machine needs its price paid in flesh and bone as tomorrow never dies. I see you tomorrow n the past of yesterday’s future furies and funerary rights. Nothing ever leaves it relocates and deviates. Matter, is not destroyed it only breaks on through to the other side, as days go n nights come... the hands of the clock never slow. Eternity spent frozen in the light of infinity in thoughts faster than night, as tomorrows never die, they only come and go n fade slowly away. …and only the stain of history marks the passing storms as tomorrow may never fly! But, only fade slowly away... ...each and every day… ...as Tomorrow May Never Die