The Mark
Yes there will be filth,
there will be muck in your mouth,
some of it your own.
Cities will drown in their own sewerage,
and all will be but a metaphor
and all will come true.
Jesus loves you,
keep fooling the fools,
for they hate you
far less than themselves.
On that last step
on the banks of the Ganges river
be assured,
that your bare muddy footprint
will be the very mark
of God.
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