For people of many faiths, and even none at all, it can feel lately like the end of the world is near. Not only is there a plague, but hundreds of billions of locusts are swarming East Africa. Wildfires have ravaged Australia, killing an untold number of animals. A recent earthquake in Utah even shook the Salt Lake Temple to the top of its iconic spire, causing the golden trumpet to fall from the angel Moroni’s right hand.
REPENT CITY (April 2) —
We “know” from the Ravings of St. John (the Demented)
that the present Apocalypse can not be prevented.
God is (at this time) BIG TIME annoyed
and whatever measures might be deployed
will count for naught.
“Sinfulness” brought us
this sorry state.
(We are not “sorry”,
but we DO worry
about our fate.)
Sin, to begin, is fine if you win.
People will grin when you're reeking of gin
if you can deliver the goods;
they never notice they're lost in the woods.
Our “democracy” stinks with hypocrisy.
It is, I would hold, theocratic plutocracy.
I get weary of conspiracy theories,
of believers who whimper and whine,
incoherently quoting St. John (the Punchline).