Ego Froth
Funny watching biblical scholars predicting our end
scouring over holy words
sprinkling in some good old fashioned arithmetic..
Then out they poop it-their doomsday baby
they proudly announce it to the universe
the end date our final breath..
when karma eats karma.
The magic date passes..again
the sheep and peons turn away from the sky and shake their heads
(I wonder are they as disappointed as the scholars)
The scholars will not be defeated-
they dust off their egos and recalculate
they quickly come up with a brand new date
another count down begins
four -three-two -one...
but
somewhere in their ego's froth they've forgotten the passage
about the final hour being unknown to man.
Mathew 24:36
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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