A screech in the silence,
Treads to a tree,
Wrapped around you are,
A birch and SUV.
Pain for but a second,
A flash in the pan,
Darkness comes swiftly
To the greatest of man.
There is no escape,
As the world goes cold.
Time hath sent vengeance
To a man not yet half old.
Yet time will go on.
(Though not for you.)
The world stops for no man.
I wish that weren't true.
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