The end is near

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    The end is near

    My eyes are wide shut and my heart is rapidly beating slowly. For the time is near all must come to an end. I am patiently waiting for the heavens to descend. The clock is ticking and my souls are sticking. I can not move. I can not run. My flesh is burning from blazing sun. O God help me, wares Jesus your son? Yes the boss. The one who dies on the cross. I cry out his name because I know he paid the cost.

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    afresh30 commented on The end is near

    07-08-2009

    It was ok is it spoken word?, maybe a bit more details
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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