Know this:
There is no
coming back
When light
fades into
perfect black
Put up
not your soul
as bargain
Earthly
goods too soon
will wear thin
Once the
price is set
and gold weighed
The last
vestiges
of good fade
Dust to
dust again
so they say
You’ll dwell
in perfect
black that day
I want to paint it....
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