Finish up people, the end is nigh (again)

What will we find in Creation's countenance?

Nothing
. . . . .by Clive Barker

After a battle lasting many ages, the Devil Won, and he said to God (who had been his Maker):

"Lord, we are about to witness the unmaking of Creation, by my hand. I would not wish you to think me cruel, so I beg of you, take three things from this world before I destroy it. Three things, and then the rest will be wiped away."

God thought for a time. And at last He said: "No, there is nothing." The Devil was surprised. "Not even you, Lord?" he said. And God said: "No. Not Even Me."

• • •​

Song of the Totemix
. . . . .by Clive Barker

The Hour! The Hour! Upon the Hour!
The Munkee spits and thickets cower,
And what has become of the Old Man's power
But tears and trepidation?

The Hour! The Hour! Upon the Hour!
Mother's mad and the milk's gone sour,
But yesterday I found a flower
That sang Annunciation.

And when the Hours become Day,
And all the Days have passed away,
Will we not see—yes, you and me—
How sweet and bright the light will be
That comes of our Creation?​

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Notes:

Barker, Clive. Days of Magic, Nights of War. New York: HarperTrophy, 2004.

 

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