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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