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all the God-loving ladies

in their hats and sunday dresses in the streets.

and lie still all the babies,

never woken from their celibate dreams.

 

all of our Lord's animals

lay, bodies still, as mounted on a wall.

sleeping, they may rot there

till they're burned or buried sometime in the fall.

 

I'll spend my life down on my knees

or maybe i should ask to die.

i thought to look up to the skies

so He could see me here, alive.

 

if i had known of it for sure

from all their long quixotic verse,

or took a stopper to my thirst,

if He'd respect my honest search.

 

and i knew i'm not heaven bound,

now i know i was God sent.

i'd say the world is chasteless now,

but i wouldn't know what that meant.

 

bibesy and tears aside,

a happy day this has ent up to be.

and i'm glad to see you, it's too bad

to know you'll burn in hell with me.

 

ifsoever i've seen

a stranger sight,

purses empty as the eyes

of all the people left alive.

 

they're praying frantic in the church,

and crying softly to the shrines.

and i think hell would be just fine

if i can't join you in the sky.

 

(the rapture)

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Taken on May 21, 2011