the rapture is upon you
no longer will the grace of a clean atmosphere
protect you
it has been
crumbled
into oblivionÕs desire
this scented mass of jasmine shall rupture
and along with it all souls shall perish
I will crumble it with care
to insure that all are vanquished
all that remains are residual
residual orbs, bursting as I wash my hands of what once was
come ye and kneel upon my feet
casting my gaze, you shall call me by one name
and no other
tremble
I am god
I am forever
