Hour 7

On the eve before my demise
I pray that my love will never cease
As I am riding on the wings of time,
Measuring the countless experiences
That man is destined to have.
All of this has been for a purpose;
To show the ones to come
What is important and what is insignificant.
Cry for me about your fate,
But it was written in the stars
Before you were even born.
Good riddance to the errors,
Faults, and sufferings of our time.

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