Time's scythe
Cuts Sharp
Whichever falls
Under its garb
Dare not escape
What lay bare
In the truth
The good and
The bad, are
Equally thrashed
Tanned by ages
With a gone past
Present befalls
Future preview
Branches spread
In paths overflow
Sleep not, awake
As the roots
Are held intact
Time's scythe Cuts Sharp!
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