End Time Dreaming
Such strange dreams lately, about the end times.
Waves of upside-down crosses dropping from the sky.
Turning into maniacal reapers after striking the earth.
They chased the panicky masses over hills, forests, and glades.
One by one, cutting them down with thick, flashing blades.
Only those praying with vigor and in earnest were saved.
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