Seconds

The days are numbered
By a sick hand beyond slumber
A pale frame declares the cause
Despite decades of flaws
Glassy-eyed but in pursuit
The ending is absolute
Though affliction foments chaos
No moment relents a pause
The grave has failed its coercion
Yet it desires to hear the throes
The purpose is no diversion
Consider this final salvo
Our lives could end within mere seconds
Enjoy it and fear no repercussions

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