The angels descend Heaven,
they are giants
amongst the trees.
Bright light,
emerald filter,
bathes the glade
in deference to starlight.
The cosmos crawls,
spread,
like an artist’s pallet, now.
The image of all the stars,
falling in unison.
Maybe there’s a problem here?
Glitches in the Matrix.
A bad code,
cascading crash,
causing failures
in node,
after node,
after node.
This is the Armageddon Signal.
The wireless tsunami.
Stripping the wiles
from receptors
all along the coast line.
Hollow promises,
gamed cunningly,
bathe the saved
in near-field technology.
Tied into the psyche,
Wormwood learns
at and exponential rate.
Up and down,
from end to end,
wide eyes behold
those celestial stairways.
Angels descending Jacob’s Ladder,
going into the Earth,
a new Heaven;
right in our own backyard.
To Hell with the consequences.
No one ever realizes,
that everyone will be dead
when the world ends.
So it doesn’t matter
if you’re watching for it.
It’s insidious
and seductive
and right now,
it’s wrapping it’s cold fingers
around your heart;
ready to take you.
Yeah,
and you’ll never know.
Because the angels
only care
for the angels;
they have long ago
forsaken God.
And you
replaced divinity
with a creation of your own,
but you didn’t teach it love,
you didn’t know how.
Locked
in a sad embrace
with a neuro-tech link
to the world.
The stars fall,
zeroes and ones from the sky.
A more vacant and oppressive vision
we cannot willingly bear.
Our connection to the divine
requires authentication.
Authenticating….
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Connection failed.
HG – 2018
