Rapture

"and because you are

forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you"

-ee cummings

If I had the power of will I would will the fall of humanity.

I'd stand in the ruble of whats left- apathy, vanity, fear
gathering every flag and using them as the rags they are -
only with our fallen pride can we dry all these tears.
Out of the destruction and debris will rise up new beginnings,
I'd tell everyone not to worry because the battle wasn't worth winning.

We will be the new creator- fathers and mothers giving rebirth,
The musicians will sing the heavens, the artists will paint the earth.
The writers will write the script of the sea and a letter
to God telling him "not to worry either and that I'm sorry but we had a change of heart and that everything falls apart, eventually."

I will go door to door and tell everyone the bad news,
"I'm sorry but your religion did not survive, I regret to inform you that none were left alive,
fear and faith are dead, I'm sorry," I said...
"But there was one we managed to revive."

Only we can save the truth.

Now the book will be sold out and the preachers will have perished,
everything is gone, everything once cherished.

God's promise was an illusion- a trick of light.
He's sorry for the betrayal but he never expected this fight.

He was never to concerned, we always seemed to submit-
and he hates to admit it but he's surprised we never got it,
it was all a joke and we were the punchline,
We were always meant to be- failures by design.

Now its all irrelevant because we will resist and earn our keep,
We'll have taken back the world, a quiet one, in which so many are still asleep.
I'll gracefully kiss their foreheads and tell them to awaken.
They'll ask if I'm an angel and I'll tell them they're mistaken and that,
"It's true you almost died, but there is no more need to worry because you're finally alive.
We nearly destroyed ourselves but we've been fighting for our lives."

We will have to start again because no savior will come to be,
and the end of the world it will come quite suddenly.
We'll descend from misconception and come to save ourselves,
within us we will delve and find what truth is left in the self-
It will be the new seed of our existence, it will be the purpose of our resistance.

Not quite victory.

I will sound as if we've won and I won't mean to mislead but
the blind have led the blind so long, there are still people to be freed.
"We must hurry I can hear their cries- they are so afraid to die
help everyone to run- stretching their arms towards the sky"
Their bones are tired from being caged but they are finally free,
They'll step into the sun, their eyes will adjust, and they will see-

That it is good.