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Last Days ?  

Must we continue to walk the grounds
 of ancient times and tombs
to hasten us to our collected doom

If solemn tears could hollow the skies
 the merciful heavens might hear our cries

Must the blood continue to run like a river with no end?
The blowing sands of hell are piling around the door,
                      Still we pretend

Copyrights 2007
Robert Anthony James


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Last Days ?