THE END

The end is near, people have been professing

The end is near since the beginning of time.

The end is near or has it been confessing

That the planet rid itself of its slime?

A parasite commonly known as man

Turned this world into hell’s waste basket

As we alter and question God’s plan.

Our alterations to her shall be our casket,

Or are they facts of His divine scheme?

Time will tell if oceans empty into thimbles

When we, and matter no longer persist.

It’s reality by God!

                             Or is it a dream?

Truth or sham, it teaches how life is simple
    

When our spirits shall be all that exist.

THE BEGINNING

The end is near, people have been prophesying

The end is near since the beginning of time.

The end is near or has it been confessing

Through a simple yet complicated mime?

Where the Fountain of Youth, residing in you

Evolves All of Creation into Enlightened Beings

Streaming one consciousness of love

With tears of eternal gratitude to The Creator

You await the joyful Jubilee with a torch of

Righteousness, where Freedom prevails

And creation lotuses sprout like fields of wheat

Amidst its tolerant yet silent few dancing

Among the stars and connecting the dots

Of our existence in the Aeons of Destiny

Where hatred and persecution no longer

Exist, and the world’s peoples agree upon

One thing; a lasting and unified peace.