It comes not through the flaming dimly night,
It comes not ‘cross the warmly cloudy sky,
It climbs not up from sinful lands to Heaven's High.
It comes… It comes… The End is nigh!
It comes to Earth with strikes and guns, and bombs,
It comes to Life with poison skins and bones,
It climbs the ash an’ throws t'cover tombs.
It comes… It comes… To every Nome!
It comes straightforward, touching lifeforms,
It comes with silent steps of catarrh forms,
It climbs infections in the blood as norms.
It comes… It comes… Timeless to alms!
It comes and smites the drum with fair,
It comes to play with human-player,
It climbs the spiteful depth in filthy air.
It comes… It comes… The End is Here! |
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