Number Of The EndA Poem by ZallWhat if the end was tomorrow? What would our last words be?
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 ZallAuthor's Note
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