The Corona of the Sun
Is everlasting
The Corona of the virus
Is a temporary crown on a knight of disease
The black light of this fell Corona
Is made of dust and tears and ash
It will fall when the next wind blows
The Corona of the Eternal
Will outlast and outlive
The pain is only temporary
As, too, our spirits will outlast
We will outlive
For we are mirrors of the Corona
Of Glory
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
The Corona of the Sun
Is everlasting
The Corona of the virus
Is a temporary crown on a knight of disease
The black light of this fell Corona
Is made of dust and tears and ash
It will fall when the next wind blows
The Corona of the Eternal
Will outlast and outlive
The pain is only temporary
As, too, our spirits will outlast
We will outlive
For we are mirrors of the Corona
Of Glory
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