"Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness
Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment."
William Blake
Why do we bother to imagine
That our days and years can be measured
When time itself doesn't exist
And eternity refuses to allow you
To give or take, or with time at all share
I believe that life is unfair to all
But in that unfairness, without prejudice
It is fair
War is fair, it takes lives from all strata
The rich, the powerful, the weak, the poor
All die in war
It is so unfair
