Final hours

Twist and turn

Find the light

Or do we burn,

Round and round

We thrive and yearn

Mayhap we may learn,

From wrong and right

From dark and light,

Towards the new born day

Or descending into night,

Its a struggle

Its a constant plight,

To know our end

That’s always in sight,

We are the meek

Death is the might,

But what we do

Before the end,

Defines us all

As being human,

Good or bad

The choice is ours

We will meet our reckoning

In our final hours.

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