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The End of Days

If it arrives will it be reduced to a ‘not quite’? We wait knowing we must miss it in order to see it. Maybe the 'End of Days' will be like a tomorrow, that turns up much later than we thought? While we wait we might as well paint hallelujahs on the ceiling as well as on the bottom of a coffin lid, or doodle question marks on blank walls. The probability of all being well both in heaven and hell are slim. Is the End of Days’ a postscript or a prologue? It was not clearly forecast at the beginning of the days. The ancient scribe of all this expired at the end of his days. He should have spoken more clearly, his fault not our fault at all really.

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