The End Poem by Afouse Neyinda
The End
oh no our ends must sirely come
it blows like a slow breez with a
very horrible soundlike that of a wolf
it never tells us when it shall visite us or love
ones oh the end shall surely come even
i speaking my end shall some day come
oh our end shall surely come prepare
had for your end for you do not know when
it might visit you it does not notify us
before coming, it shall surely come.
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4/24/2024 3:02:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The end! ! It does not notify us. However, we should always be prepared! Following after righteous works. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.