HE came to the door today, in the guise of one who tells
Not wanting for charity or just with something to sell
The end was coming HE chanted, with words like mine or yours
HE asked if I thought much about him as he haunted the space by my door
I responded I haven't much lately as to be fair it all seemed a joke
Then HE looked through me with compassion and with soft word he spoke
"Read the good book if you have one" then looking away as if to leave
"There's still time to turn it around, and earn yourself some reprieve"
I was left in the cold of the doorway wondering just what was I to do
So I turned to the good book he mentioned and it said I must spread the word to you.
It was shortly after this revelation that another came across my mind
That maybe you don't need my advice, maybe you've your own path to find
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