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The Time to Kill

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And here you cling to that which was,
Dressed in a cloak of memories,
Believing that they are the cause,
And without which your life would cease.

Oh! how you fall for anything 
But Now, 
And You,
A Naked Being.
And there you cling to what should be,
Wearing masks of better morrows,
Hiding what no one should see:
Your battlefield of joys and sorrows.
Oh! how you fall for anyone 
But You, 
And Now
A Naked Being
Yes time in the flesh will toil indeed;
Yet what time can slay is not the truth.
But time in the mind is a fool's creed;
It veils your own eternal youth.

Let time erode your tender form,
Embrace the sun, embrace the storm,
But kill the time which haunts your mind,
This fallacy that keeps you blind;

And you may fall into yourself,
And through your self may meet the being;
That which was,
Will ever be;
Ah! 
This which Is.


ekoh
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