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My Final Hour
With age,
My sword
Is deeply scarred
But its edge
Honed twice as sharp
With age,
My words
Are penned in blood
All flowing
From the heart
With age,
I embrace what
Truth reveals
And am humbled
By its power
With age,
My light burns
Free at last
To illume
-my final hour
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
My sword
Is deeply scarred
But its edge
Honed twice as sharp
With age,
My words
Are penned in blood
All flowing
From the heart
With age,
I embrace what
Truth reveals
And am humbled
By its power
With age,
My light burns
Free at last
To illume
-my final hour
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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My Final Hour
My Final Hour