Rapture Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Somewhere in our spiritual mind
Exists a place we stay until the Rapture time
Imprisoned within the rotting flesh
In silent graves we await judgement

The Earthly bond that holds our souls
Unbinds the time when trumpets blow
Sullied souls, for Hell to reign
Seven years on Earth remain

All God's creatures shall be called home last
They won't suffer mankind's past
Left for those who were not called
Pestilence to them befall

Feeding on their festered flesh
Insects consume what remains of arrogance
Some will be saved, and some will fall
Desperate prayers must wait, for God's last call

(03/30/2014)