in our lost land of fast food and bad breath,

in our lost land of fast food and bad breath,
we pray for the rapture to bless our death!

our resurrection will achieve liftoff.
we will look down on those below and scoff.

a mass ascension for the lucky few:
the refried christian and repentant jew.

the whole family will rise together,
to live with our holy father forever.

we will eat the wonder bread of heaven
and never have to take a shit again.

our purity will grow and grow until,
we are satiated with divine swill.

darvish does not want to witness and face
the grand implosion of such sweet grace!

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