The End Day
At the day of tribulations'
Reckless deeds' and end
Of time
Your consternation
Beguiles' me
And is relative to me
Fore
The Lord is He
Yet,
The maker of mammon
Hath made his bound
Of inequity
Amidst
The trove and treasure
Of the unholy
Which the un-holy of thee
Shall never resist
GF
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