Celestial Anomoly

Today may be the day
An Armageddon of sorts
Finality triumphantly incarnate
Veils to drop or maybe lift
Depends on your perspective I guess
And belief system of course.


Personally I favor endless sleep
One long night of sweet oblivion
Without irritating pastoral singing
Or endless happy enchanted smiles
Just peaceful resonant snores
Silent as the grave naturally.

I did have visions once
Of angels happily gathering
Lost souls to be enraptured
Made whole by omnipotence
Blind to see and lame to walk
A paradise of wholeness.

Dreams get finally shattered
Ravaged by reality's heavy maul
Crushed like precious metal
Ripped from celestial jewelry
To be melted in a furnace
To blackened non-descriptiveness.