Time broods the smell of its arogant twist
what spirit lies in its deep clouded mist
The entrance of heaven or even hell
does even one enter to toll their bell
Echos of life whether good or bad
no longer touches the soul thats sad
Enter the mist from what was light
into the long uninterrupted night
I sit here alone in eternity's belt
reminded of all the things that I've felt
Some were good but often bad
I wait for Judgements brutal stab
With time to think of all that I miss
I wait inside of this clouded mist

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