Number Of The End

Number Of The End

A Poem by Zall
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What if the end was tomorrow? What would our last words be?

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Number Of The End
Six-hundred-and-sixty-six,
Is the number of the end,
The number till we’re gone,
Our last words will come,
Rushed out so quick,
That the meaning is lost,
So much do we have to say,
It cannot wait,
We say it now,
Before the ending comes,
And we are gone forever,
Never will we forget,
The words we say,
Rushed out so quick,
That the meaning is lost,
Six-hundred-and-sixty-six,
Is the number of the end,
The number till we’re gone.

© 2009 Zall


Author's Note

Zall
Really cheesy and all but whatever. Sorry if it's bad.

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Added on August 14, 2009

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Zall
Zall

Twin Cities, MN



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