39.
There’ll be sure signs of the apocalypse
They say
Mountains will float around
As cotton
The sea will bubble and boil
Animals will talk
The sun will turn water
And the sky ripped in
Two
But
Nobody told me
Nobody told me you’ll be gone
Days crept on, the sky smiled on
The sun burnt on
The earth will be torn
The prophet will come back
Or go back
Nobody can keep tracks of his coming
And going anymore
And Alexander himself spewed
From his grave
But nobody made a sign
No wave, no nod
Before you were gone
The ground kept stable
The seers kept sinning
And praying
And eat on the forbidden lamb
Promised to heaven
And I went on normally
Ignoring you
Because there should have been
Tomorrow
We lived our parallel journey
Once again
Once last
And I told you good night
À demain
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