Millennium - Poem by Joseph Anderson
Hurry people, the millennium
Is heading straight our way;
Grab your food, your gun and money,
Find your cave for Y2K.
Here comes four horsemen galloping,
Bringing pestilence and fear,
Also death and war and famine;
Seems like any other year.
Apocalyptic thinkers say
That our doom is fate decreed;
If this be Armageddon time
We should have no further need.
I'm taking bets and giving odds,
We'll survive this fearful date;
Be ready, steady now, prepare
For your rendevous with fate.
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