There
will be a time
When
the end is coming
A
person's life or party's heyday
It
can't be going forever
Bee
Anne days are numbered
It
is already foretold decades ago
The
end of its prophecy
It
is written many moons
Even
in our lives
Our
expiry dates are fixed
Every
child is born
The
date is set
Bee
Anne has faltered
In
many ways for the people to see
The
running dogs are barking in dark corners
The
shadows to listen to its own news
Like
the crooks in prisons
Nobody
will hear their pleas
They
pay for their crimes
They
pay for their prison times
The
prophecy has run it course
GE13
will be the day of recognition
The
people need it to change
The
future is in our hands
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