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
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