Sonnet III.
I have settled my account. The evi-
dence runs hot within my continuance,
which forms my excuse, a divine imper-
ative. The beauty and glory I left behind
now walks around, shining, perfect in ev-
ery way. Having extended my po-
sterity, I can now pass, only to leave
this world a richer place. The only question
is, am I now immortal? It’s hard to tell;
Iran and North Korea, Russia and China,
are just a few of many ticking time-
bombs capable of swiftly deciding
the longevi…
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