End of Days
Perhaps the 'End of Days' will be like tomorrow,
a thing we have counted upon,
however,
it may arrive later than we thought,
not our fault really,
prophesies have their own timescale.
If that 'tomorrow' arrives, and it looks like hell,
then we might as well
sleep late,
and if there is still time,
paint the bedroom ceiling
with many a hastily applied
hallelujah.
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