From the Hells to the Hallelujahs

I wrote this in church while the preacher was rambling about the end of time. Not sure I'm all in with the guy, but his enthusiasm really inspired me.

 

 

 

Dried corpse is in the wheelhouse. Oh my Lord!

Ten thousand angels dressed in hot silence.

Riverboat rolling down the murky black.

From the Styx to the Mississippi.

 

Apocalypse tiller; spin ninety degrees.

Full throttle until the rudder falls off!

Screaming four thousand horses; not just four.

From the hells to the hallelujahs!

 

Singing chants of destruction! Bless my soul!

Ten thousand mortals dressed in cold violence.

Generals smiling like children at play.

From the Styx to the Mississippi.

 

Skies roll back, and the bombs are all released.

Cities on fire like blooming December!

Memories of borders and flags aflame.

From the hells to the hallelujahs!

 

Reapers in the fields with grim jagged scythes.

Mommas on their knees praying one last time.

The face of eternity zeroes in.

From the Styx to the Mississippi.

 

Laugh at holy prophesies. Oh my son!

Non-believers will fall when Truth rises!

Slip knot noose in Space Time Continuum!

When the hells meet the hallelujahs!

 

Big boat coming! Won’t you all step aboard?

Big boat running the new mainland shore!

Big boat coming! Leave your skin at the door!

From the hells to the hallelujahs!

Author's Note

I really don't want any religious or ideological discussions. Just take it for what it is.