A Kingdom's Come
by Gino Sanchez

In the silence of surrealistic shadows
Conversations of funerals met
Will he awaken on his propheted night?
Or will he remain still, within his blackened bed?

Children chanting his name
Women lusting in his vain
Elders all place the blame
Upon the creator who bears my name

We are now within the hour of night
As all behold a ray of light
Ascending from his grave of grim
All in cheer to worship him

But a sudden surprise as he end his life
In mere seconds he claimed his throne
And unto his minions, the undead
He preached,
"Submit to the father of this abode."