Gray cotton clouds blot a blue sky,
plastering Yahweh’s forgotten canvas with ambiguity.
Angels with heavy silver wings and golden trumpets cry
while perched atop a rotting church steeple,
as the kingdom settles for death.
The flock stuffs their day full of busy work:
computers, tablets, phones, soccer games, meetings,
coffee houses, karate classes, blogging, sharing, posting,
tweeting, camping, fishing, shopping, dancing,
movies, tv shows, traffic, biking, and sex.
Man stands triumph, apathetic to the blood dripping from his fingers.
Eve, raped and dead, lies at his feet.
Adam, conquered, hangs from the barren conscience tree.
Heat, from a raging fire, disperses tattered holy pages,
encircling man as he feeds the flame
with the wood from a shattered crucifix.
The chip replaces the Eucharist.
Heaven sags with a heavy snow.
No more saints and martyrs.
Not an anti-christ, but anti-belief, arrogance, and a soulless heart.
Ole’ glory rustles in the cold wind;
while the Christ, who struggles, unnoticed, to still save man,
prays for the forgiveness of their sins.
Yahweh’s creatures: deer, geese, cattle
dolphins, sheep, lions, bears, and babies
litter the landscape as casualties of man’s final crusade.
Performing as they please, ignoring each other, looking out for number one…
Man cleanses his hands of the blood
and constructs his own alter of technology.
No tombstone will grace this loss, for the faith had long been forgotten.
Man follows his intelligence, driving in his computerized automobile,
eager to be home to manipulate the mouse
and pay homage to infinite information on the Internet.
The prophet Isaiah marches across the waste,
proclaiming the words of Yahweh:
“Since these have chosen their own ways
and taken pleasure in their own
abominations,
I in turn will choose ruthless
treatment for them
and bring upon them what they fear.
Because, when I called, no one answered,
when I spoke, no one listened;
but they did what was evil in my sight,
and chose what gave me displeasure,”
until he kneels next to the pleading savior,
who raises his eyes towards heaven,
knowing there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth
because humanity has sealed its fate…
Compiling God's Code 