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Sep 2019
Wake me up when Christ returns at the end.
When sin, death and hell no longer offend.

I almost made it until the last scene,
depressed⁠—considering what might have been . . .

But what I envisioned, that it was not;
And thus, I finally lost track of the plot.
Apocalypse fatigue sometimes sets in.
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