Judgement day

When our days are done
And every reign has gone
The land will till
And days will still,

Our lives fly thence
And every tense reign, whence
We get to know our scores
And make us the characters of the cores,

We stand to report our case
In the transparent base
Some are prepared for the feast
While others for the beast.

About This Poem

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