Slow-Walk The Apocalypse

Slow-Walk The Apocalypse
© Surazeus
2025 12 16

I want to slow-walk the apocalypse 
by wielding bloody sword Excalibur 
which I steal from tomb of the greedy king 
so I can free lost people of the Earth 
from wealthy minions of the emperor 
who slouches on old throne of Bethlehem. 

I plan to slow-walk the apocalypse 
by calculating worth of human lives 
to balance spreadsheet of profit from loss 
for return of investment through my scam 
that keeps the hungry people of the Earth 
enslaved by credit-card debt of desire. 

I fear to slow-walk the apocalypse 
from getting tricked with glamorous hoax 
into buying timeshares to the afterlife 
by the man with the calculator brain 
who buys homes from the bankrupt unemployed 
before the second coming of the Lord. 

I laugh to slow-walk the apocalypse 
when I strut the catwalk of global fame 
to prance with power of the beautiful 
disguised as angel fallen from the clouds, 
cursed with charisma of devilish charm 
while I seek my soul mate to love in vain. 

I yearn to slow-walk the apocalypse 
by navigating seven seas of hope 
while building empire of conceptual banks 
to fund civil wars in countries of fools 
so I can excavate rich minerals 
and construct artificial dream machines. 

I dread to slow-walk the apocalypse 
across broken Bridge of Forgetfulness 
where faceless ghosts of living human beings 
scream in horror at rise of tyranny 
while demon of the abyss laughs at us 
for thinking we can build Heaven on Earth. 

I crave to slow-walk the apocalypse 
by breathing purple haze of outer space 
out of the timeless scrolling of the brain 
that spirals far across the multiverse 
till I wake in my body on this Earth 
and eat scrambled eggs of the frozen star. 

I hope to slow-walk the apocalypse 
though entire universe of pulsing forms 
remains indifferent to my mental needs 
because great freedom of the aching heart 
is won by how I choose to live each hour 
that Earth continues spinning in the void.