The End is Nigh (1/3/24)
There are some, is it true
Erred not when words threw
I myself have sang the chords
So have the peasants
And so have the lords
Phrase uttered in castles doubting
Despairs, endless, ever a-counting
All voices singing inevitable symphony
Those who can only whisper
Those who cry the epiphany
Occulted perception, to know the story
The endless privilege of dramatic irony
Comforted maybe, but never assuaged
To know who lives, who dies
And who turns your page
Those at Goliad, those days past
Us today, next door, in fact
Of course, we all will join the chorus
Between little ones born this hour
And everyone that came before us
Somewhere in you, you know the creed
The justification of darker deed
The steadfast solace in the unrecovery
Said with intention, or none at all
The End Is Nigh, God Help Us All.












