On the run up . . .
. . . to rapture, things're too quiet,
more clamor+ than ever,
the world much ado about nothing.
Heaven's clarion call unheeded,+
they fall, unburied, a thousand years+
passing in oblivion, awaiting destruction,
when the Universe's most beautiful one+
leads them to take the untakable city.+
Sodom and Gomorrha remembered then,
final rain of brimstone, laying waste
to those who will never see new life+
on new Earth with new heavens above.+,+
No telling them, they won't believe,+,+
preferring a fanciverse and no Creator,+
when all nature knows Him well,+
which they destroyed as a canker worm+
. . . when they pretended to care,+
with intentionally late Kyoto Protocol+ to CYA.