By Kenneth Martin

Written  At 4:12 P.M.

Stars

Now I Say To He That Writes.

Stretch Forth Your Hand Against The Stars That Shine At Night.

Surely! Saith The Lord, Soon and Quickly You Shall Roll Away and Not Be.

For I Curse Thee, That You No Longer Be, For Signs and Times For People On Earth.

Surely! I Do Bring Your End.

I Have Spoken