
Flux Magazine
"Rebirth: A Millennial on Millennialism" by Dimitris Voulgaris
See me stand here deeply forsaken
For twas that god who has come taken
These earthly pleasures that I indulge
So unto you readers I‘ll now divulge
The immediate and desperate need for a rapture
For the idea that my life can still capture
Some sense of a meaning found in the death
And if I am lucky, I’m the only one left
For how better a way is there to know
What it is that caused God to throw
Burning storms and fissured earths
Onto the land for which he had birthed
All of us now who live singly, alone
Blind to the king and blind to his throne,
I know it is coming but I do not know when
So watching the clock knowing of end
Here I will stand continually waiting
While my poor heart soaking and satiating
In the juice of anticipation
Which through continued participation
Fills up my body up to a halve
For that one question that I will still have,
Where is my rapture?
Have I not raised hell?
Are my horns not sharp?
Have I done thee not well?
Is my tail not curled
to a sharp pointed tip?
What is it that caused you
Forced you to skip?
I am the death
Have lived it always
And brought it to all
So please be amazed
Bring me apocalypse
A deliverance of devils
A harbinging of Hell Fire
From all those 9 levels
Bathe my tainted world
With the black scorch of it all
End human suffering
And bring forth our fall
For I see the inclinations
Of a rapture beginning
The punishment of evils
Recompense of our sinning
In the forests’ raging fires
Like the earth on the sun
In solipsistic idiots
With a complex and gun
In the ever looming threat
Of a nuclear winter
And even the small
A tiny wooden splinter
But wishful thinking
Only gets us so far
So to our human forms
Watch as we mar
It’s then up to us all
To bring divine devilish action
To usher in anarchal angels
Bring bout a war of evil, good faction
To gauge this world in unjust
Unwanting, unarchival, unceremonious
Wonderful war
So with teeth to a curb
Fingers to a throat
And a knife to my gut
Or a blade to a goat
I will spill out onto the ground
Just like a gensisian flood
That Mirthful messiah bringing
All encompassing red crimson Blood