Hopeful at the Apocalypse
When the seventh seal’s been broken
You are pestilence medication
You could have my food through famine
Throughout the winding worthless war
Pave peace, and lay down our swords
When death waves his bladed staff
We offer up a light-hearted laugh
The white-robed martyrs sing your praise
Through darkened skies and mighty quakes
Dance until the angels’ trumpets sound final
Like out-of-season Christmas vinyl
Your energy is your virtue
With lightest air, search you
In this light, nothing can hurt you
Let kindness renew our world view
Green dress, jean jacket, patches
Hearts skip like record scratches
Meet new friends among the masses
Sorry if I seemed aggressive
But your majestic spirit’s impressive
The morning’s young and herby sweet
Rub your worn out, weary feet
The guise of a shameless extrovert
With a complex, mildly inferior
Sometimes poets cannot be trusted
A new day breeds new adjustment
Your energy is your virtue
Speak in tongues and search you
In this light, nothing can hurt you
Your kindness renews our world view
Revel in revelation
Linger in loss of control
No promises made for breaking
Just a revival of the soul
Revel in revelation
A memory for consecration
Revel in revelation
Worries set for abrogation
Tomorrow return to our stations
Tonight, revel in revelation
Your energy is your virtue
Ending the world to our own tune
In this light, nothing can hurt you
White magic joy, our purview