The World Has Not Come To An End
The world has not come to an end
Nor at the apex of its end;
The fire still roar in blooming ooze
And wet vapour in flaming blues.
The world has not come to an end
Nor at the apex of its end
For nature itself is bemuse
In a muse sail of boring cruise.
The world has not come to an end
Yet come it to a state to end
For man itself is the end muse
As he, like cat's ablution 'n' mew.
The world has not come to an end
Yet it is bent for nature's end
For man itself is the end muse
For the world end with man has muse.
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace
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