The End Is Near?
The end is near are the last words I want to hear:
“Do not shout nor do not cheer, but only fear.
Of what to come is here, we will clear, disappear. Like a frightened deer, in the way of a spear.
Fast and cold the Earth will appear
As for none of us will be here, at the end of Earth’s last year.”
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