My time has come to see the setting sun, to feel the warmth on a dying man's face. To accomplish all that I have not done, passing to the darkness with divine grace.
Those I call my friends are the cherished few, compassionate human's upon this earth. Growing closer as amazing time grew knowing their souls since my glorious birth
Understanding one's predestined demise, is half the battle of living this life. To witness the torrid sun not to rise, journeying on a double bladed knife.
The shadow of the sun covers the scars, memories of the dead cannot be to far.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
