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THE END IS NEAR
Many days, many chances,
she asks that you come here,
once more before she passes,
for the end is near.
Partway and back to bedlam.
All things save fear to fear.
Tell those you love you love them,
for the end is near.
Walk with me to Missouri,
no wonder of the world,
no point to pause or hurry,
no cause for fear or mirth,
my sons carry my coffins,
women carry my young,
the birds carry diseases
to the end to come,
to the end to come.
We all have our revelations,
the mind's dead dandylion
thoughts floating feather zeppelins
wish toward the end of time.
I walk all over water,
hunters will dance with deer,
cannons turn cannon fodder,
for the end is near.
DAS - Sioux Falls, South Dakota, USA
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