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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sells time shares in Heaven for the Afterlife to people who believe in the Rapture.
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