“While the World Ends”

So lemme get this strait...

A solar eclipse cross 

Which took seven years to make

Dashed it's barren feat against this stone cold world

To mark the spot we're begrudgingly dredging along on

As the beginning of the end judgement of a bygone god

While CERN conned us out of the art

By attempting to bangle stars with red, glaring rockets

Bursting into the air with enough intent to pave a portal to hell

In tandem with a war going on over red cows and a mountain

For the sole purpose of hypothesizing 

Whether or not it would be enough to instigate the book of revelations

To come to life and unalive us all

Thus returning everything to nothing

Deeming anything that we've given meaning...utterly meaningless...

...on my wife's 47th birthday.

That's what you're telling me.

No, this is not a rhetorical statement in question.

Yes, I'm asking for an answer.

Sounds like a satirist rant, but I'm as serious as Hodgkin's lymphoma.

I need to know...

Is my solemate's genesis the day the world ends?

Okay.

Then I do declare and decree the following plea--

A bargaining I barter with a soul I've sworn I've already sold

Yet was resent to sender,

That from this day forth we'll be great pretenders.

I'll act scared while preparing,

And she'll keep going to school

And driving for Uber/Lyft

And giving a fuck about getting out of debt 

(the way Dave Ramsey says we should)

While I'll play the lottery praying it's my turn

To learn what it feels like to be RICH and depressed for a change...

Because SHE'S my world

And I live in HER

And even if

We whiff 

This whole primordial paradigm shift up,

Even if we don't ascend,

I'll die beside my greatest friend.

And no sacrificed red heifer with a side of Hamas

or ham and cheese sandwich is gonna change that.

We'll begin again 

While the world ends

We'll dig in again

While your world ends

She'll beget again

While y'all world end

We'll reset...and win.

--Tr1umph@nt!