when the rapture is captured on camera and the end of days ends in a fight
when the sun doesn’t rise to light up the skies and Facebook for all of its lies is the only disguise we have left
we will have left what became in the avenues of fame in the fortune teller’s tent.
Hi bloody ho
but someone has to go
why is it always me?
There’s a war going on or
didn’t you know?
© 2018, John Smallshaw.