The Rapture Of This Life Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The Rapture Of This Life



Let the rapture of this life
overwhelm me forever.
Open the doors and let
the crowd of peace wonder in
like a regular barfly at a dive bar.
Let their words be full of
meaning and let it soothe
the mental pains of a mental case.
I'll listen and stay for a while
until it all goes bad again.
Until the mystical hands of life
clutching a mystical broom
that sweeps some dirt right
down your dust pan of a mouth.
You have to swallow or it won't go away.
It's like the drunk who is never done talking
about his filth and unsympathetic dialect.
It's a language that I do not understand
even though it is spoken in english.
Not very often is this life spent with
the great gift of rapture, but when it is
everything else doesn't matter.
The same reason why people do drugs,
so that they can clutch onto the
doesn't matterness of rapture.
The feeling of ecstasy that
is involved with rapture.
We live for these moments.

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