Revolution Rapture.

The world was finished in minutes
And not a word was said in complaint,
No raucous bangs, no ascensions,
Just a widespread lack of assent,
As days were left unfinished
And the universe left un-manned,
Now it was rather important
To deal with the matter at hand,
Namely angels and demons, opening gateways
Between heaven, hell, and our land,
I wasn’t so sure where I’d wind up
But it seems my fears were unfounded,
And limbo it seems was teeming
With the earths population
Who were rather confounded.

As every last soul was in purgatory,
In a waiting room of non-descript colour and shape,
Restlessly fidgeting, reading Life magazine
Or patiently awaiting their fate.
It seems processing souls is tediously slow,
And only St. Pete was at hand,
See the world had ended spontaneously
As such occurrences simply weren’t planned.
God it seems acts on a whim
And Peter was understandably miffed
At the prospect of an eternity of work and no pay,
He future it seemed was quite dim.

Rising in hordes we had had enough of
Divinity ruling our lives,
Threats of apocalypse were simply unfair
And more than us mortals
Could reasonably bear,
But bearing in mind it was nearly teatime
And hunger makes us quite cranky,
We rebelled against our god and informed him
Quite rightly, that we would fight for our freedom
And Pete could come too
Should he so choose,
To leave the ranks of the heavenly.
Electing him spokesman we ushered him forward,
To state our demands to the Lord,
Hu, hum your grace we wish to state
The following, a simple few words:

We feel a little cheated and frankly
Are thinking of a coup d’état,
We humans have evolved since your hand in our creation
A little thing we like to call democracy,
Government, freedom of choice,
And we wish to overthrow
The hold you have over our world
And our precious mortal souls,
A right to vote and equal rights
For gods and us alike.
This class divide has survived too long
And revolution is in sight,
So we will steal you halos
And halt the rapture in its tracks,
Reclaim our world and our earthly bodies
And we want immorality at that,
To cap it all off:

Please call off you horsemen,
Mr. Satan this applies to you as well
We’ve had enough of dreams of heaven
And ghastly threats of hell.
Just because your urges are latent
And ours worn on our fashionable sleeves,
You simply can’t punish us
For you screw ups
And sordid little misdeeds,
We have other things to occupy us now,
And simply don’t need the fuss,
So run along back to from whence you came,
For we have had enough.

Install us back on Earth at once!
Or face a full revolt,
We will cause a full-scale riot
And it'll be you fault.
We’ve asked you rather nicely,
Return us home right now
Or, I have to warn you,
We shall all become atheists
And deny your existence Lord,
And that’s simply more than you can allow,
And much more than you can afford.