Ragnarok

Today I lost another piece of my flesh Strangely I feel no different than I had been Yesterday It was only a little portion of it Tomorrow? Who knows? It just might be everything Still I marvel at the rise and fall of day Wishing Time would make up its mind Hoping For once, humanity becomes vanity Happy To see it end one day Unfortunately Time zones make Time a dummy Undecided It watches hopelessly and helplessly Weakened By carefully-caliberated divides Mankind Craftily created to cheat its own demise Defeated Time seeks help from the Leveler Death The only being unrestricted by zones Slowly With his souls-snatching scythe in hand Surely Time, in the end, becomes the victor