I wish I could race off from this world,
Because I'm racked off with the war,
I can't rack out,
For I'm being racked up.
Calamities have rained down on us,
Yet we can't rain off the events,
Rather can we rake off.
For the participants are immortal.
I wish I could rake up the signs,
Maybe we could have rambled on,
So that we could have solved this.
But why have the gods ramped up,
Yet with our sacrifices we pleased them,
They have ratted on us,
For they've ratcheted up our suffering.
Yet they were to reach out for us.
They've reckoned on us,
And they can't reason out.
But rather watch us as we diminish,
I wish I could rein in,
So that we ride out,
For no one wants to leave earth
Though with this:
The end is here.
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