Prayer of the Last
old wooden floors,
through broken and busted doors ,
heard the holler of a feller,
so stealth, but so stellar,
but then I ask why,
for this angel would cry,
an all evenings on these boards and windows we pry,
though I have no fear,
for the end is so near,
how doom is so close to the heavens my dear.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2013
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