The End
May 1, 2013
A man stalks through the night
Bright lights cower overhead.
Carrying what he knows not, he walks on
Down a deserted alley.
Everything is dark, yet
Finally he sees the end.
Gripping his consignment tightly,
He feels somehow scared and confident,
Ill and well,
Jealous and generous.
Koming (Coming) up ahead
Lays an angel
Motionless on the ground.
Now he could see-
Over his self-centeredness.
People were dying-
Questioning his
Reactions to all of the
Stupid lies,
Timeless arguments and
Unbearable
Violence.
Where were our saviors-
Xiting (Exiting)
Your heavens through the
Zodiac?
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