Apocalypse, Etc.

life-is-too-short!

Note:

Humanity?

I am tired of your self-centered

Bullshit & whining ways

Stop this train, stop it now.

For we shall all remain… Dream.

Persevere

Into this life,

Or the next.

An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway.

The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days.

Tear these words, voices away. Now only left with memories.

Let the prophets burn,

And create the visions of what shall be

Under the currents and beyond the sleep of the icons reach…

Let us

Speak of that which is human,

Love …this eternal dream

Forget the fools, the mundane

Apocalypse, Etc.

A wild ride,

An action packed extravaganza

With spooky, scary thrills

Coming soon to an idiot near you.

Fuck it… Fuck them.

I’m going out

For a drink &

Kiss my wife & kids

Goodnight.

Love thy neighbor

Love thy friends

For this life

Is all too short

To waste.

_______________________

 

R.M. Engelhardt

A.D.

A.D.

End times
Endgame

The Mayan calendar,

Prophets, sages & warnings

“Fuck it”

Cause all this was all once just “bible prophecy” & science fiction,
& all of that crap that people talked or laughed about

When they got bored, drunk or stoned.

But they,
Were all wrong.

“Wrong”

And our world our times our people
Did all this stupid shit,

To ourselves.

What a joke.

NYC, Babylon
The new city of paradise, commerce & whores
And every other major city in the world
Now devastated, now leveled, and now
Laid to waste

“Forever”

So now,
If you are hearing or reading this
Then it’s already too late,
But at least you are still alive.

But then again, like me
Maybe your ass got left behind
After 3 billion people

Bit the dust.

So, let me tell you a story,
Let me tell you
A fairy tale
About how all of this happened
Or will happen
Very soon.

End Time
End Game

“Fucked”

It was those idiots,
Those stupid “new world order” bastards
And all of their scientists
Who studied the sacred
Shroud of Turin
That once covered the dead
Crucified body of
Jesus Christ
The very son of God

Himself.

Who, without asking
Stole his still living genetic
DNA from the blood on the cloth.

These scientists
Who foolishly attempted to clone him,
But failed.

But were able,
Realized that they could take his
Genetic makeup & impregnate over
20 beautiful young women
As an experiment who unknowingly
Gave birth to “mini-gods”
And then went unexpectedly insane, crazy,
Committed suicide or died

Mysteriously.

And were never seen nor heard from again.

And from the abyss the beast shall come,
And a black colored cloud
Shall cover the world.

Cover, the world.

So now, advance forward
30 some years later.
Where twenty “magic-time kids”
Are alive.
19 boys and one girl.
Raised by the privileged, the rich
And the royal,

As their own.

Who were born
Created, to save humanity
For mommy & daddy
As well as every other
Poor asshole.

Now all adults
Who had spent the better part
Of their lives hiding all their gifts.

Water to wine
Premonitions
And all of the free fish
That you can eat.

More pallor tricks
To save the earth
With plenty.

But what they never thought about
Or realized was this;
That by creating all of these “little messiahs”
That they were not like their daddy “J.C.”

And never would be
But only selfish little bastards of humanity
Pretending to be, all pretty, good looking
Half people, the elite more concerned with
Status, money, partying and fame
Than with the concept of love

Or real love, at all.

With all of their different varying degrees of
Various “”super-Christ” powers but named appropriately
After all of the pantheon of the Greek gods, the most powerful
Of the kids a little boy who became a man named “Apollo”
Yes, Apollo who could take out an entire army casually with only the single
Wave of his hand, and turn all their bodies slowly into dust
As the soldiers would watch in horror, and scream.

So what did you expect?! What were all you stupid bastards thinking when
They didn’t turnout to be saints? When you fucked with the sacred
And caused the world its own death.

As future boy & his click of cronies
All now 35 are all already secretly entrenched,
In governments, politics & commerce
Around the planet.

When suddenly
It all happened
A sunspot, solar flare
A rapture
That knocked out all of
The power
Around the world.

Three days of darkness
Lootings and killings, rape
And the neighbors shooting each other

Down the block.

As millions suddenly vanished

Without a trace.

All the satellites and all the technology “Gone”

When suddenly after 3 days of night
All the power & light’s came back up & the sun returned in
The sky. As all the people of the world rejoiced
And were just thankful
To be alive.

As the word that in all of the turmoil
All of our beloved leaders
Were all dead,
Killed by mobs
In the confusion.

And that’s when they moved in
The mini-gods
Who created false miracles
And who fixed and saved the earth.
Stopped starvation & healed all of the sick & dying,
Ending famine and disease
With a magic wand.

As they finally all revealed themselves
With the wonderful catch phrase
“ We have been sent by God, our father, and we are here to help”

And as all of us just mere humans
So fucked up & desperate just said “Thank you”
And never looked for the truth.

So meet Apollo, our new world leader
And his staff of 10 bretheren,
Running 10 countries under 1 mass government
From what used to be the UN.

No one poor
No one starving
No one hungry
Everyone thankful,
Money glamour
Wealth except for the fact
That we all had little microchips
Implanted into our fucking heads,

The mark … of the beast.

The chips when studied under a microscope revealed the
Circuitry resembling three 6’s
In a row

Put there,
In concern for our own welfare
And safety.

The world now happy
Our lives all beautiful and fine
Until the mini-brat gods
One day decided that the power
To just rule & conquer
Wasn’t … enough,
Wanting to be “Gods” and worshipped.

And anyone, any group, any person
Who challenged them

Got put
To death.

Controlling our lives
Controlling the media
We, never believing that all these loving saints
Or saviors were all really just a bunch of
Drama queens & butchers
Who argued and fought over power.

But all the while
Heaven was watching
And god with all his armies of angels
Had finally
Had “Enough”

And got pissed.

And the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Got their asses kicked “Again”

So there’s your story children,
Your fairy tale foretold,
About the future where mankind fucked up themselves
Looking for miracles around every corner
Instead of believing in themselves.

As we, the remaining “spirit men”
Are left here to guide what’s left of humanity
In the right direction
The sword, now the plow

The cost of life, too much to comprehend.

So here was your lesson, your bedtime story,

But like I said in the beginning

“Fuck it”

And by the way ?

My name
Is Michael…