The rapture came to our street On a cold grey morn around midweek The common folk took to the skies On wings of air and promised lies One by one they rose on up Above their gardens of barking pups Toast and coffee gripped in their mitts Gormless looks upon their lips Laughing, crying, screaming, numb! He took the smart, he took the dumb He took the cruel, He took the nice Forgave them all, their every vice The man himself, He came to earth A second time, a new rebirth Believers, sinners he took the lot Except for me... Who he forgot?
Image by Tom Sloan.
R.J. Ren 