All equal to you
All treated the same
The poor, the rich
The humble, the vain
You make no distinction
Regardless of fortune or fame
Poets and prophets
Rulers and gods
Some gone and forgotten
Some remembered in thoughts
But they all had to kneel
All admitted defeat
You keep marching ahead
Making everybody retreat
You conquer all, time
The brave and the great
All bow their heads
To the bringer of fate
©josefatt
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