Poem -

ITS ALMOST TOO LATE

YOU  ARRIVE  AT  CHURCH  SERVICE  BUT  NO-ONE  IS  THERE,
YOU  OPEN  THE  DOOR  ONLY  TO  FIND  THAT  THE  CHURCH  PEWS
ARE EMPTY  AND  BARE.
AGONIZING  THOUGHTS  START  FILLING  YOUR  MIND,
YOU  REMEMBER  THAT  LAST  WEEK  THE  PASTOR  WAS
PREACHING  ABOUT  WHAT  THINGS  WOULD  BE  LIKE
FOR  THE  MULTITUDES  OF  PEOPLE  WHO  WILL  GET
LEFT  BEHIND.
THE  HOUR  IS  LATE,  LET  ME  CLOSE  OUT  BY  ASKING
HAVE  I  SCARED  YOU  STRAIGHT ?????

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