Song for the End of Time by Dana Gioia

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edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The hanged man laughs by the garden wall,
And the hands of the clock have stopped at the hour.
The cathedral angels are starting to fall,
And the bells ring themselves in the gothic tower.

Lock up your money and go bolt the door,
And don't dare look yourself in the eye.
Pray on your knees or cry on the floor
Or stare at the stars as they fall from the sky.

You may say that you're sorry for all that you've done,
You may swear on your honor and protest with tears,
But the moon is burning under the sun,
And nothing you do will stop what appears.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    the second stanza reads with an amazing rhythm....it begs to be read aloud or even chanted...some midnight mantra around a ouija board....sends me shivers.....holy crap.
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