Aunt Lucy

End times are drawing near, I know this because Aunt Lucy passed away. One of the last of the pristine beings... Though her spine was ice bough bent she waltzed the pearled path of fair and straight. Drifting through the cloud-glazed gates. Ahead of the furnace of fear and fire The whirlwind of plagues. Her spirit nesting in the fold of messiah time. End times are cascading down. The four-horseman scattering clouds. Blood rushing over mushroom plains Yes, end times are certainly near. I know because Aunt Lucy passed away.