Saturday

The Sand of Time


The sand's of the hour glass,
Continues to pour.
But when the bottom cylinder fills,
Time will be no more.

No more time to measure,
For the glass above.
Not one moment hidden in the funnel,
For the time that was.

All sand's are collected,
And all will be judged!
Every second, every moment,
From all that was.

Some never believed...
That this time would come!
But this time comes for all,
Not just some.

With every second and every moment,
The glass is filling, with no time to spare.
Be warned, be ready,
Be aware!

What were the sands of time,
Is now the sea of eternity.
What was all the time in the world,
Is now a world without it.

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