Eventually Jesus will be born again.
Volcanoes will erupt like
giant vaginas.
Words and thoughts will be feasted on by demon warriors,
along with meatloaf and the soup of the day.
Some guy is talking to a woman in a coffee shop,
telling her stories of the end times.
The conviction in his voice is buyable.
His cadences are soothing
as he answers his own questions.
The woman accepts it like a child.
It’s cute.
