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The Final Days


Or was it the sky?

The veiled mysterious ways

revealed from on-high,

enacting the final rehearsal

of the final days.

When every meaningful action,

every purposeful movement is consumed

by an ever-expanding maze.

When compassion will rise

as purity fades.

When the right hand will build

as the left hand sets ablaze.

When the heart will sin

in the very moment it prays.

When the mind will comfort

the very smile it betrays.

Or was it the sky?

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