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Purveyors of doom and hope

The man in the black trench coat

holds a sign

'The end of the world is near'

It isn't.

Its closer than that.

It sits on our shoulders

Mocking our futility

It's breath on our ears

Like a man playing cards

on the body of another.

 

The man in the camel-hair coat

Is a sign

'the kingdom of God is near'

It is

Come close he implores

And rest on his shoulder

Give up your futility

And hear if you've ears

For you can have life

On the body of another

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Nov 15, 2010
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