Last Moment To Burn

Blistering thunder

Cracking asunder

Craters form

High ground being torn

Its ledges are sharp

Concealed in the dark

The rain blows in gales

 —ancient prophecy hails

 

Blistering thunder

Fate pulls you under

Vows you made

Point straight to your grave

Death’s legions await

You fall through its gate

Your last moment burned

 —no more chances to learn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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