Forever is a long time,
Trying to forge a coherent rhyme,
Shunning eternal deaths portal,
I struggle with the sorrow of the immortal,
Even the finest blade buckles to rust,
And when you’ve sated every lust,
You find more knowledge to be gained,
Even from passions unrestrained,
But as I examine the spiritual knife,
I smile amid curses for this long life.
For with all the power at my command,
My loves will always be condemned to sand,
And knowledge although it’s own reward,
What is a symphony without discord,
When all kith and kin you surpass,
Drown in the dust of an hourglass.
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