@Xavierzyxks 21 October 2020 more from that month

Infinity Mortal men we are Dust in the wind compare to the sun Insignificant to the universe infinite expanse Yet molded and gifted To exist and breath life as it is Endowed with wit to build and break Created like his master to exist infinite Where time is alien and does not exist Had he not eat the fruit of hate Death and sickness is powerless like a broken net But tonight must suffer his foolishness Before day break end his misery or his miserable life.