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When the Cataclysms Come

When the cataclysms come,
They take Christians and
Atheists alike into the maw
Of sweet oblivion, the fate
Of all that live, from microbes
To behemoths, and the Cosmos
Of creatures in between,
Membership in the 700 Club
Notwithstanding, as is Written
In the strata of the aging Earth,
Plain for all to read.

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