God's promise of "The Rapture"
The human mind must capture
Brethren!
Have not fear, nor apprehension
You've but to die, to gain ascension
Spirits' rise when trumpets sound
Fully conscious, of their bodies shed
Grateful, for "God's Gift" profound;
Spared from grave these walking dead
ROTMS
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