Six-Seven-Six
Today finds yesterday forgotten fast
Six-Seven-Six arrives and finds us here
The triple-six apocalypse has passed
Into the Y2K of yesteryear
As just another day nor yet the last
But good for fun and folly played on fear
We had an election
Yet still our infection
Remains
There seems to be no end
Of rot no matter what
No way to break nor bend
Our chains
More war another hurricane or two
And then the sleeping giant will arise
No devil-face but one with human eyes
To see what true apocalypse can do
On just another day nor yet the last
Tomorrow finds today forgotten fast
+Steven Curtis Lance
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