My heart sobs and cries of no sizzle
Upon how weight all I have gotten
I am hale and healthy yet I have rotten
When the rapture blows its whistle
For I am deaf and dumb yet I can hear
Yes, I can see afar even in my state of blind
And I think of those here on my mind
Is it the whistle of the end that is near
Or it is blown to rectify all that I have erred
Is it the whistle meant for personnel
Who use to light the candle of the tunnel
Or it is blown to humiliate the figure head?
Until my slumber wakes me with water
That the whistle blown is for the end
And the living wake for it’s not to amend
Thus I should swallow all I have utter.
A request from thee to the rapture
“Kindly read my first three lines in poem
And please let go of me to the realm”
The realm that will give me a capture
Please give me a year for I need to cant”
Says rapture “a second from me is a rant”.