Even Vulcans Die

Standing on a mountain of a distant place looking along the valley of time and space, Death appears as roiling,boiling mist, we might run in fear and desire to survive, in the end he will claim us all all on his list. Their is no escape the cry of those who disbelieved, offering billions to the gatherer of souls in vain, what use has death for riches and things, One that can go where he wills and desires, Reaping all with his mighty scythe sharp and cruel, throwing all onto his eternal fires. many will beg and crawl with words of "Im Sorry ", Save me please, turn your back and hide your ears, they betrayed you once and will do so again, destroyed a world for profit and gain lied to us over and over caring not for mortal souls. All those of light fear not we may die , our essence though will fly to the stars whence we came, Those who walk in shadowy dark light, are forever doomed to endless pain. andre mcintyre 2024 /6/1.