Daydream



I want to be there when the world ends,
To see how it will all go, when it goes;
To be a part of a wound that will not mend.


A thousand closing lines the poets penned,
And every single one replete with woe.
I want to be there when the world ends.


Here's what modern science now contends:
Heat-death and collapse when the universe slows.
Inevitablity, the wound that cannot mend.

God has a different plan — he will descend,
Save his few and damn with fire all his foes.
I want to be there when the world ends.


Or maybe only darkness will descend:
The Norsemen swear their gods will die upon the snow.
Immortality, the wound that cannot mend.


I'll sit and watch the firmament bend,
I'll see the flat ground crack in neat, black rows.
I want to be there when the world ends
And be a part of a wound that cannot mend.

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