Last days
some people tell me
it's end of days, last days
So they tell me
I got to confess
and make my peace
I say I've got nothing
to confess
and what was stolen anyway
was what
was taken from me
And I'm at peace anyhow
The troubled have
hard days
the heat of the brain
boils fluids of thoughts
If it were last days
so let it be
What will happen
will surely be
Last days
don't usually last,
anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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