Tell the Time

They did their deeds, and now they must enter their light, their fate. Darkness to us it may seem, even the blackest souls see light.  We're left in sub-conscience memories of the future, wondering what real pain, the past, and destiny are.  Each day everyone savors the apple more, and we're caught in the blackest twisting branches.  Life really is 666, but does our future have the vaguest concept of 777?  Everyone seems to be looking forward to the fate, 336.  What will happen next?  The fire fed souls turn December black and cold and no light will emit.  If there is any hope, restraints must be ignored, pain must be felt, and risks are to be taken.  No one cares.  Everyone with their egotism is so oblivious.  They don't know what pain really is, and permanent numbness isn't even a factor.  While you can, hope that it is 3:37 and leave.  Cutting deeper does not help, it only makes us number.