may 24th (a few days after the rapture)

and it hasn’t happened again.

and so another end of the world has rolled on

by

and for those that stopped paying their bills,

who might have quit their jobs,

who spent all their money in the last couple of

weeks before the predicted day

a

sane

person

has

to

wonder

just what it must be like to believe in a fictional character who

never ceases to disappoint

when it comes to this blessed

revelation

to believe in a fictitious force that you are supposed to love more than

your own children,

more than your own parents,

more than your own siblings,

more than your own friends,

&

at the same time,

you are supposed to fear this fiction,

more than the most evil person you have ever heard of,

more than the most violent group that you have ever seen act in history,

more than the most horrible scenes that you yourself can conjure up in your

most frightening of dreams,

more than that other fictional character whom this fictional character which you already are supposed to fear created to deceive you into being something that that first

fictional character would despise you even more for being deceived by,

AND

at the same time as you are supposed to love & fear this fictional dictator,

you are suppose to await

(with the nervous twitch of a thousand addicts stuffed in a room with no windows, no doors, and none of the drug that they are hooked on,

fiending,

for

your

fix) “patiently,”

for the rapture to come---

a time when all those that didn’t believe what you believed

and who didn’t live exactly like you did

(and who just plain had more fun than you did while they were alive on this planet),

WILL FINALLY GET THEIRS.

 

and the whole time that you wait

all your relatives that were waiting with you,

they die off,

and you are left still waiting.

 

and the whole time that you wait,

all your friends die off,

and they are no longer to wait with you.

 

and the whole time that you wait,

all those engaged in mutually absurd idiocy,

like yourself,

well, they die off too---

and they are no longer there to wait with you.

 

and you still assert to anyone that challenges you

that you are

right

about the garden & the talking snake & the flood & the burning bush & the virgin birth & the walking on water & the curing of the leper & the water to wine & the fishes & bread & the crucifixion & the resurrection & the blabbidy blabbidy blah

blah.

 

one who doesn’t feel the need to blame all their problems on others &

who takes responsibility for themselves,

wanting to better the world that they live in,

in any way they can---

just doesn’t have time for all your fables.

 

it really isn’t even amusing.

 

it’s just sad

&

pathetic,

that so many people waste so much of their lives wanting to get back

at others & who are so very scared of having to take responsibility for

themselves---

& who will not come to terms that there is only one life & that it is the one they are

presently living,

here

on

earth.