Extraterrestrials Poem by James McLain

Extraterrestrials,
The ignorant call them God's,
As above all life here, we are.
Their trumpets some have heard,
Around the world.
Abducted by a word, each rapture does.
No money do they need to have, having
Need for gold, a conductor to run their ship's.
Some can breath our air, their blood
Is red,
And green as leaves around the bush,
They have no need for tree's.
Some races have a hive collective, other's
Are but renegade's,
But most of those that you call God's,
Use telepathy.
Advanced in their specific ways, they could
Kill us all if we allowed.
Being pagan's as you are to think we're speacial
When we are inside their dish.
Some bend space and time to revisit us each
Time,
While other's pass around the world to see each
Jesus die as we are promised thus to do.
To mix our D.N.A.
To advance I mean evolve us past revenge,
They cover up other worldly life or you'll freak out!
Some want to abuse you as you've abused your life,
Primative as primate's, living in your cave's.
Thinking they're your God's, do they have soul's?
Permission we must get to raise Einstein's,
The few they we can raise, like you and your Jesus Crist.
They don't mean to haunt you in your dreams,
Where deep in sleep you let it go.
Soon they will appear and to those who don't believe,
Will hide on hands and knees and pray to GOD'S.
That you will then believe the time is near for you to say,
Is rapture real,
That time existed long before the world, that we've destroyed
But they can wait and come again,
And see what we have then become or stay inside the cave's.
Where once we we're,
We've wiped out more life than now presently exists.
Aren't you proud?


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017