No end, easy to imagine
No start, that takes more endeavor
Do we accept no origin
Night and day are true mystery
Every object has its own
Abrupt end awaits history
Time goes on when planets are blown
Planning of endings doesn't work
The apocalypse did not come
To some people a source of irk
Dreaming is what remained to some
Even God must work within time
Or could it be that God is time
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