New millenniums
Have come and gone—
Echoes of
“The End is Near!”,
Cried throughout
The ages.
A Second Coming
Has passed,
A thousand times before.
The chosen people
Buried,
One hundred generations
Deep.
No promised glory,
Or wondrous rapture
For the believers
Overcome, instead,
By unforgiving time.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
New millenniums
Have come and gone—
Echoes of
“The End is Near!”,
Cried throughout
The ages.
A Second Coming
Has passed,
A thousand times before.
The chosen people
Buried,
One hundred generations
Deep.
No promised glory,
Or wondrous rapture
For the believers
Overcome, instead,
By unforgiving time.
Black Swan © 2010
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