Poetry

The Rapture

Then darkness descends

O’er the broad day light

Where is my child?

Where is my princess?

Where is the candle light?

What is amiss amidst?

The day strikes

The night revolts

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Pin pon, pin pon buzzed the radio

Announcing breaking news

Stories of “missages”

Boeing Jet missing

Techno pride gone

Train crashes, cars smashes

Chaos, catastrophe looms

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Gathering “Born  Agains” disappear

Warned he me of a coming change

My thought could it be?

As am taught

As a tot and a toddler

The taking away

The apocalyptic cataclysmic even

The ensuing judgment

Then comes the end.