The Rapture

I’ve seen the signs
And it’s the end of the world
Gaia whispered to my dream
Warned me of the death-bell’s toll

The city opened up its eyes
From its deaf, unbroken rest
He saw the rape and wailing
The great denials
And in his rage, he fell depressed

The cave-ins swallowed the sanctuary
The churches, mosques,
Their feet, their pews
The men and women
dancing, singing
Their leperous flesh a vicious hue

Legions burned with red and vengeance
Advanced their necks, into their brains
The priests adorned the devil’s jewelry 
Chains of gold raked their veins

The only ones with faith or reason
Were branded “false” and charged with treason
A crown of thorns sewn in their beds
with spines to greet their heavy heads

God hid His face


Once more time

He took His broken in blood-soaked arms
Rent the heavens with trumpet songs

And leapt into the sun.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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