Hard

I’m a hardened ball of wax

They come and light a match beneath me,

And watch me melt and scatter on the table

In the flickering light of the darkest room.

Try as they may, the wax will only harden over again

They can light a thousand matches

And burn them down till they scorch their fingers

But over and over, the wax will turn to solid.

Make me a candle, let me burn until my legacy is depleted.

Rapture

The world ablaze 1,000 times

I watch it burn before my eyes

Left alone to tend this seat

House of ashes at my feet

 

Hope abandoned 1,000 days

From when the world was set ablaze

Condemned to wait here in the ashes

For the “god” who lit the matches

 

Trumpets sounds 1,000 blows

Headache from the host of hosts

Why should I endure this pain

’cause God is coming back again?

 

Close my eyes 1,000 blinks

The light fades, reality shrinks

Death’s not such an awful thing

There is no god or angel wings

 

So surprised 1,000 stuns

Death’s a place to go have fun

Where enlightened souls go to peace

And god’s worshippers souls are teased.