The Second Coming

Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five, four
Behold, I knock upon the door
that whosoever… three, two, one
We have ig-ni-tion.

Orian sighs and by his breath,
all life returns from after death.
A swarm of ships from Heaven’s realm
amass and duly overwhelm
the somber dark before the light.
A thief has come unto the night.

Swirling spheres that make no sound
split the sky and torch the ground,
zig and zag with proton speed,
phantoms of the galaxy.

Angels lead a vast descent
inside their shiny armament.
Spinning saucers grace the clouds.
Turin peels away the shroud.

Mountains quake and from their core
souls emerge from years before
like candles sparkling through the mist
that float into the deep abyss.

Judgement waves its heavy hand.
Lasers beam across the land.
Every being must atone.
Every secret shall be known.

The rich will fall. The meek will reign.
No hate or envy will remain.
Nirvana melds with Mother Earth.
Believers seek a second birth.

Across the black of outer space,
the stars align into the face
of God himself. The planets bloom.
We rise into the upper room.