Apocalypse
by Mick Roche
I Just Want To Say That It's going to be all right. The Y2K bug will
not trigger a global runaway
economic
meltdown
collapse
disintegration
The federal government is
not tooling up
to put us down
with permanent martial law
An agenda does
not exist to militarize
the cops of all our cities
in anticipation of
an eventual hysterical
state of police
The United Nations is
not in conspiracy with
centuries-old occult lodges and
the Jewish bankers of Eurp
in order to establish a world government
so as to enslave our freedom
smearing God fearing Mother loving Country
one and all
beneath the iron boot
of a crowned supra-national sovereign
the very blood descendent
of Christ himself who will
also unfortunately be
the Anti-Christ who will
bad blood notwithstanding
not usher in a wondrous thousand year Aeon
an epoch of peace in fact
and innocence and
Imagination unbridled
by Science the Son of Man
In the name of the monstrous
retro-Orwellian
Kafkaesque
panopticon
without end
Amen
It's true our government lies about
as much as you and I do
and for much the same reasons
but Nazi reptilian aliens are
not for some grave Mengelean purpose
enslaving the human race
with the complicity of the C.I.A.
Gray fourth-dimensional mantoid rapists are also
not trading superluminous recipes
with the Pentagon
in exchange for tender veal
and the bodies of thousands
of vanished American children
A vast army of Gestapo Satanists is
not gunning for another Reich
like some full-court crack-pot
dumb-luck turn-around jump shot
The Ku Klux Klan will
not win us over
and waste the Kingdom entire
with a black roar of withering hate
A rogue comet blazing into our solar system will
not devastate the planet early this August
A third of the Earth's population will suffer
no kill shots from the sun
The earth will not
reverse her poles
or toss her cookies
in a single vicious seizure
of New-Age wrath
The federal government is
not our enemy
It's only our blood-spattered
rust-pocked fish-eyed idiot grin
ballooning back down on us from the twisted chrome
bumper of the large truck
we all fear will eventually kill us
Evil and chaos and grief will
not prevail upon the Earth
We are not the mother's
wayward children
We are merely
the delicate eggs in her dark womb
though someday the children who
are conceived by the living Imagination
and born of the loving flesh
of Adam's rib will dream at last
the World's true dream of Herself
then cultivate and harvest it all
from a Seed made
of Matter and Brilliance The whole shithouse will
not go up in flames
There will be
no holocaust
The horsemen will
not
ride The Apocalypse will not happen.
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