The End of Time

"Poets are made for each other."
So said Lord Byron to his good friend Shelley
and truer words were never spoken
 
As everyone I see about me
if true they are to heart and soul
I love as much as me own brotha
and pray, for real, their hearts stay full
 
We've all together fought suppression
Since humankind set foot on land
Always striving for perfection
That state in which we Understand
 
Many say we'll never get there
We'll fight until the end of time
But I have got a lovely secret
conveyed direct from The Sublime
 
The end of time is here and always
Tranquil like a cosmic star
And if, like me, you yearn to find It
You must confront your gom jabbar
 
Like Paul Atreides, young and learning
Tested by the emperor's witch
As all good stories have a way of telling
In the end, indeed, he showed that bitch
 
So please fear not the end of time
as Life is but a cosmic dance
And if you need to fight for something
you can join our war 'gainst ignorance
 
And before you leave out on your way
I've one more thought for you to reckon
That lovely secret of which I mentioned
is that Eternity exists within each second