A gasping breath
Weary sigh
Dimming of the eyes
The draining of blood
Can mark the beginning
When they leave
Shattered clay
That had been holding eternity at bay
Their eyes behold
What in the words cannot be told
A judge on a throne
Everlasting majestic God
With none like Him
His eyes behold all
Stripping all pretension
And we from dawn of Adam
To the Final man, bare
There are those
All unworthy
He will clothe
With his own robes
Yet those
Stony hearts to the end
Have their own
Comeuppance
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