This is a poem about "The Rapture", written by my dear friend Nadia Trousdale. She is a wonderful poet and writer, and I hope you'll join her blog and read into her work a bit more. Linkies are here: http://sporadicpanic.com/
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Oh, and P.S. we lived. Therefore, we're heathens. Awesome! Party time!
They say the Rapture
will come on a day
in May
while bikers pedal
to save the world
and the water
drips chemical;
while hatred sings
from car windows
and the politicians
aren't people;
while movie monsters
make too much
and entire towns
go without;
while carbon footprints
fill with blood
and the scientists
are mute;
while oil's taken
from other places
and lost again
at sea;
while people stroll
under falling petals
and toddlers laugh
at nothing.
They say the Rapture
will come on a day
in May --
nobody believes them.
Why would that
Thoughtform In The Sky
want anything to do
with us?
My band had a concert with the Salvation army band today. The concert lasted past 18:00, but the salvation army guys was still there when the concert was over. I guess they didn't get raptured. They even managed to evangelize a bit during the concert too.
ThSkBj 9 months ago
@ThSkBj LOL Yeah... I almost feel bad for the guy. He was so looking forward to it... LOL
mylovelydame21 9 months ago