Ends of Time

He sat there on a mountain, where all life was once still, eyes glazed and skin dry, he weeps gazing out across the sands. Then came a creeping into his mind the memories that haunt him on the edge of time. As the winds ripped through his flash, he looks up at the sky and wonders, where did it all go. To make a deal with God, the devil, the earth and sky, to live forever in the eyes of time. 

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