Poem 489 – The End?

Time’s up
Run out
Lost cause
No doubt
Bitter end
No hope
Flat battery
End of the rope
Last orders
A closing chapter
Dying words
Killed in anger
The final nail
Struck in the rod
It is finished
The Son of God
The curtain ripped
The sky turned black
But have no fear
He will be back

A poem for Good Friday. John 19:30 meets Arnie Schwarzenegger…
(18.04.25)

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