Without an end to its beginning

It rumbled on through thick and thin

Like baseball in its final inning

Unto the Lord's World Series win

Like locusts were the days descending

Upon an unsuspecting earth

Relinquishing God’s ways and spending

Unto a false and deadly mirth

Hotter than the hottest summer

Were battles fought and lost

Colder than the coldest bummer

Death became a prayed for cross

At first it didn't seem as such

A precious few could see

Until the signs became too much

By then, too few believed

"Dear God"

 They screamed too late their passion

"Do we deserve such hate?"

But God ignored their fearful gnashin'

No longer would His judgment wait

"Millennium, Millennium

Why must you leave us thusly?

Canst not you stay or stay away

Until we learn to trust thee

Unto the promise of another day?"

"Nay," said God

To Man's deep weeping

"Away!" said God

"The time has come for sleeping

And my vengeance will not waste upon

This love forsaken sphere forever"

John Christopher

1983