up from the southern sky
Wormwood creeps
comets and asteroids
herald the arrival
a small solar system barging
into ours
launching the old-style Apocalypse
long foretold
I don't know or care
if it's true or not
if I'm meant to survive
then I'll survive and if not
I'll be welcome wherever God takes me
and I won't have to stress or weep anymore...
Content (c) 208-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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