The Rapture Poem by Ryan Joseph Holder

Famine, the hunger
Forever empty inside.
The endless lack of food...
From starvation we will die..
Pestilence, the disease
Domination of the body.
Watch the world begin to pass..
Watch the corpses rotting...
War, The fight
The duel to the death.
We will battle on forever...
Until our dying breath...
Death, the end
The ultimate extinction
Watch the planet turn to dust
Watch it all relinquish

The Cities become wastelands
Our Forest become deserts
Our Oceans all dry out
Our planet dies forever
Famine, Pestilence,
War...and Death
Have come to hear
Our dying breath
The 4 horsemen have arrived
With weapons in their hands
Bringing forth annihilation
Bringing forth our end
Tearing out our insides
Ripping out our souls
Raping all that we hold dear
Taking all control
The Armageddon at last
Existence slowly rips
As the earth begins to crumble
To the apocalypse
The sky turns red
Drenched in our blood
The sun turns black
Tarnished in mud
Our bodies begin to fail
And our skin begins to harden
Our bones turn into dust
Our intestines become rotten

This is it....
The final disaster...
This is our end...
This is The Rapture...
We are the cause
And everyone's dead
If only we'd listen
To what God had said
Now we are all sinners
And now we are all liars
Now we will all burn
In Hell's lake of fire
Our souls belong to Lucifer
We could not be saved
Everything that we held dear
Is rotting in the grave.

Death galloped up,
And stared into my eyes
And with a horrible, sickly grin
Said 'It is your turn to die'
I began to run...
I do not know why...
There's no running away
Once death catches your eye
He caught up quite quick
And raised his blade
And without any words
As though having prayed
I fell to my knees...
He cut off my head
And in the blink of an eye
I was now dead...

Now I Burn in hell
Forever scorched in flames
Wishing I could take it back
For God, I now have shamed..
My screams forever echo
My blood forever pours
I die again every second
With needles in my sores
My end was only
The true beginning
For what comes after
....Is far worse than the killing..