a poem i made!!!

revelations.

the seventh trumpet sings,
it is my last song.
it is the last note my ears are graced with.

because at this hour,
god has reached for the wee little pebble in their river.

and she marvels at her own sedimentary,
smooth yet callous.

he gives it his most fervent kiss,
like fire.
he then stones me sweetly.
striking my flesh, tasting of saccharine arson.

cometh my second death!

for his forgiveness is the trip of
gehenna.
and sulphur is my divine perfume,
i wear it everyday on my skin and on my garments,
because i am dying.

this is my decimation,
this is my purification,
my baptismal,
my death.
like lady lazarus,
like yeshua.

and every hour,
i make love to fire.
with every moan,
i proclaim carnality!
and with every thrust,
i am deconstructed.