Days Don'T Last, Time Does...

It's the end of my purposeful day, a prostate being in prayer with much sincere accord, and my gratitude is not hurried away; it is persistent in its allegory already conceded... Days don't last, time does and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush, not to comprehend its depth too concise not to discern it, making many so compulsive to act in ignorance; time was created to confer, not to condemn a wish... Making a comparison between days and time is truly necessary, because they aren't commensurate, they only obey a command; and we humans act in deceit and don't commiserate, allowing vanity to exude inclemency... Frivolous with a frowzy attitude, we put on a frippery image to separate need from want, to notice the differences and deny fortitude; and shouldn't harmony and fairness begin with grace, or it is another informal demeanor we impart? Days don't last, time does... and can a mortal, like me, pretend to be God and defy death with his ostentatious ego and live? Every human must die and be buried with others! Are you any superior or have a greater knowledge, to be excluded from a fate that is indomitable and savage?