When God finally tires of creation
Will we receive a message in the sky?
Apocalyptic sign, a short citation
Or maybe it will just be, buh buh, bye?
The Horsemen rest, preparing for their hour
Gabriel’s horn has not been played in years
Does God just watch us, sitting in his tower?
Indifferent to our prayers and our tears?
Answers abound, there’s prophecies, there’s studies
Noble beginnings, and ignoble ends
Answers abound, but me, and my old buddies
Believe it might just be a show of hands
Author notes: wc 86 for those who might not know what the title refers to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Clapper https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783989-Fantasy-1022
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