BrainBulb

Millions pass and go

Some under His sun, some snow

As time passes by His gate

Yet no one ever knows its fate

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A silence gifts itself to those to come

Before the few who whom to become

Be it He, the master for all

For all, who knew heard His call

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Golden words enshrined atop for what was said

Few beg, but most pass by without a thread

No end ever is found once tread

And all the world is held, once read