“Time”

 

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It is time, to leave this earth

Time to face judgment for my final worth

Time to see sunset swallow the day

Time for this season to pass away

Time for a journey, a heaven quest

Time for surrender to the fisherman’s net

No more tears will fall like rain

No more torment, no more pain

 

It is time...

 

It is time to draw a breath

Time to inhale with a rattle of death

Not a sad song to sing, I say

It is good to find that they have opened the gate

A time foretold in scriptures of old

A time when the warm embrace turns cold

A time appointed, to meet the sky

A time appointed, for all men to die

 

It is time...

 

It is time, to hear the tolling of a bell

Time to face the road to paradise, or hell

Whatever befalls this sinner, stained

My footsteps won’t return to this plain

The final leap I take is beyond time itself

Into a realm composed of everything else

My eyes are blind, my voice a silent cry

This is the moment when I will fly

 

It is time...

 

It is time, to greet the great beyond

It is time, to swim across the pond

Time to bathe in a wash of ever moonlight

The inkwell is empty, my soul runs dry

Time is the essence of self, replayed

A succession of sonnets, given to the brave

Once that candle has consumed its wick

Then I will rest in the bottomless pit

 

It is time...

 

It is time to hear the roll read out

It is time to erase my doubt

Not a duty that I perform at will

Time is the master, lord of the hill

I have lingered here for longer than most

Now I kneel before the Father, and Holy Ghost

In their shadow, my branches fall short

The yield of sorrows, in a magistrate’s court

 

It is time...

 

It is time, to give up my protest claim

It is time, to be bold with my aim

Time is the target, at which I send my arrow

As it was written, ‘The way is narrow’

Time ticks loudly, while I choose my path

To the Grim Reaper, with his scythe and staff

There is some romance to this dance of the damned

All that I give, is all that I am

 

It is time...

 

Let them bargain for my clothes

Where this sojourn leads, nobody knows

 

It is time...