Heaven Unmasked
I walk the streets of heaven
all alone
blinded by the alabaster
GOLD
searching for the God
of endless names.
The streets are empty
under quarantine
the clouds all closed
no angels in the fluff.
While hell is flaming still
in merriment.
I wonder - was I chosen
or just sent?
There are no children here
they took a pass
refusing to accept
salvation's splash.
All the flags are white
no rainbows here
wherever GOD went to
he isn't here.
I somehow breeched the barriers
of faith
and scalped a season ticket
to this place.
The angel's wings are tied
behind their backs
cuz they refused to wear
the foolish masks.
They say the thunder's
just GOD getting grouchy
Because he's not as powerful
As Dr FAUCI.
John G. Lawless
5/31/2020
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2020
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