A poem I wrote.
Thunderclouds shield the sky
To protect the world from the all-seeing eye
The legions of doom cast shadows on the day
And on the rubble and rock in which you now lay
Sixteen men in a dead man’s hearse
The world could always be so much worse
Sixteen times are you destined to die
Live through eternity or live through a lie
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