Soul Armageddon

it’s a soul armageddon

the wailing hurts my ears

and I wish them all back to purgatory

 

{what a fruitless occupation

hovering centimetres under the soil

waiting for the end of time

and a promised resurrection

to sit at the right hand of a creator

surely bored to the max

with all the bickering and violence

of beings who refuse to grow up}

 

I wish them all back to purgatory

as their wailing hurts my ears

and my mind takes a violent turn

 

I dream that my soul rules the world

nay, the whole universe

 

I suck up galaxies with one thought

and vomit planets into orbit

 

I create suns the size of frying pans

sizzle onions in the afterburn

 

and lay politicians, softly to sleep

behind thickets of blackberry thorns

only to be woken by a kiss

from the offspring of forgiving asylum seekers

on the penultimate day of never ever

 

it’s a soul armageddon

and I’m the first to rise screaming

leaving earth behind in my wake

 

 

 

Copyright February 2019

 

 

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