Avoiding The Rapture

Avoiding The Rapture
© Surazeus
2024 09 30

Avoiding the rapture of eyeless saints, 
who always float above the rest of us, 
I trudge across the muddy field of time 
to dance at the prom on Saturday night, 
where future soldiers, salesmen, and bank clerks 
fight over who marries the Virgin Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of demigods, 
who drive semi-trucks on highways through Hell 
to deliver goods made by factory slaves, 
I hitchhike great land of America 
in my noble quest for the Promised Land 
because I hope to marry the World Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of wingless angels, 
who play chess with devils for human souls, 
I assert liberty of my free will 
to choose how I will calculate my fate 
by how I navigate the House of Horror 
till I find secret room of the Moon Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of faithful fools, 
who sing Christmas carols on city streets 
while waiting for Jesus to never come, 
I play piano in the concert hall 
with holy anguish of the broken seer, 
to woo dangerous heart of the Ice Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of the end times, 
prophesied in Revelation of John, 
I steal wings of Icarus from Apollo 
so I can fly high on wings of desire 
above the endless global maze of myths, 
forever searching for the Beauty Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of pious clowns, 
who scam citizens with frightening lies 
about immigrants invading their Eden, 
I steal fresh apples from the Tree of Life 
and give its Divine Knowledge to the People, 
because I love the American Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of rebel gangs, 
who cheer for the tyrant to steal our throne, 
I work in the fields picking corn and pears 
so my children can attend the stage college 
in bid to live the American Dream 
as lottery controlled by the Drama Queen. 

Avoiding the rapture of Christian folk, 
who cannot rise to Heaven without wings 
they buy from pastor of the megachurch, 
I play the lyre of Mercury and sing 
hymns that teach atheist spiritualism 
in temple sponsored by the Ocean Queen.