T’is a lowly passing
Of an era,
T’is not something
For which to cry “Mea Culpa”.
T’is not something to escape,
T’is not a being thou might hide from,
No matter how dark thy cape,
No matter how far thoust run.
T’is an end,
T’is a beginning,
T’is a bend
In a road ongoing.
Be it death, be it love,
T’is up to the strengths above.
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