Time has a
way,
Of
decomposing all things.
Be they
mineral or organic,
Time is
the culprit,
For
the rot that it brings.
Ship’s
made to sustain,
An enemies
torpedo shot!
Lay at the
bottom of the ocean,
Engulfed
in rot!
Planes
that once flew,
Record
heights.
Now sit
rusting alone
Incapable
of flight!
Much is
lost,
To time
and rot.
For when
one is not preserved,
Time
demands, that they be forgot!
The Bible
tells Christians,
“You are
the salt of the earth.”
But if we
lose of our savor,
Then what
are we worth?
Salt
preserves,
Though the salt-less rot!
Salt
leaves a taste after it’s gone,
The salt-less does not.
Will we be
that taste
Not soon
to be forgotten.
Or will we
be earthly,
Just
forgotten... and rotten?
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