Last Day
We have this time around.
Thus all will fade.
Millenniums underground.
As bones turn to clay.
It is deeply profound.
To kneel down and pray.
For we know not that hour.
Nor the last day.
Matthew 24:36.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2024
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