Clap Clap

When God finally tires of creation
will we receive a message in the sky?
Apocalyptic sign, a short citation,
or maybe it will be a "buh buh, bye"?

The Horsemen reappear, like once an hour,
and Gabriel, did he misplace his horn?
God must be entertained, up in his tower,
our misery is like a kind of porn.

Answers abound, in prophecies and studies.
There's even been a calendar or two,
and plenty of opinions, my buddies,
well, some at least, claim they know what to do.

Noble beginnings, and ignoble ends.
Perhaps it will just be a show of hands.