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The warning

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Beware, he comes from down below,

Be quick to learn and fast to know,

That when he is already here.

The death comes too, beware, he’s near.

 

You have to run, never return,

The look you took, you have to burn,

Inside your heart to be just ash.

You’ll have to put yourselves to trash.

 

Forgive yourselves, forget your past,

This is the race, not to be last,

This is the day, you’re not to miss.

Because in fact, your chance is this:

 

Lose all your sins, ask to be clean,

On only God you have to lean,

Cuz now, in fact, He is the One.

Who can call your life is done.

 

But wait, the war has just begun,

The world is now a horrid fun,

People are dying everyday.

In it you won’t have to stay.

 

Please leave, and leave it now,

In reverence your head now bow,

And pray your sins, all to be cleaned.

And God forgives that you have sinned.

 

But let the poetry just be,

Forget your pride unto thee,

And let the verse just sing itself.

And put your thoughts onto the shelf.

 

There is no more a single chance,

Mankind surviving in a dance,

As there is no near surely death.

Which can restore poetry’s breath.

 

So, he comes, and be assured,

He’ll certainly your verse measured,

And if he’ll find your verse a fluke.

All your poetry he’ll nuke.

 

Then your career will be done,

Believe, that day will be no fun,

You’ll cringe and bring yourselves to cry.

For sure you’ll feel you want to die.

 

It is the time to take a note,

The time to think a little more,

Think of the verses that I wrote.

Think of the poetry before.