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One Way Or Another, The Apocalypse Must Come
A Premillenial Preacher Preaches
The human race, imperfect, is heading for an end, inglorious-
an epoch of madness-
the finish of compassion-
the silence of morals, &-
mute, we-
Millenial
the man & woman ahead of me on the train debate the existence of Satan,
horny red devil, silly fork and tail,
caricature, or world-destroyer
demon, your breath brings death
demon, you do not exist.
Angel you have fallen so far, so fast,
the impact of your crash written in murder reports.
Devil, you paint with our blood.
The poster on the wall of the car is marked:
6
6
6
The caption reads, “TeLl YoUr MOthER: SaTaN.”
But it’s too beautiful a day for eschatology, she says.
Scatology? What’s that? he replies.
“but the end times are here,” I mutter, before I drift off to sleep at Appleby.
