Strikes And Pins, Waiting For The Next Of Kin

The one thing I never sell is

May I ask, my dear magical theatrical wiz?

Am I taking a judgmental quiz?

Of course, answer is my soul

You see I love those Sisters who like to bowl

Down at the lanes

Strategizing their campaign

Working the alleys

Taking tally

Asking what is out there

Should we be scared

Suddenly, unleashing a thunderous roar

Almighty rolling the ball on the floor

For all to hear

Igniting a lightning spear

Brighten darken skies

My goodness pins start falling, nice try

Sending them to a world beneath

Burned well cooked beef

Resting in peace,

Reality deceased

When one promising trip went down into the gutter

One did mutter

Success, I knocked them all down

Changing the failure frown

Almighty, wants the numbers to rise

Heaven needs a population, what a surprise

What is so appealing?

Besides the dark angel doing the dealing

Heat turned on

Global warming waving its wand

Angelic attitude relaxed and calm

Waiting for the big one

And when that is done

A war will be won

While many will be oven roasted

Others temptation, tempting, tantalizing, toasted

As for our us

We will collect our comped quarters riding the bus

And without a fuss

Give the tokens away

Hoping the desert seashore slots pay

And seeing mist glow

We will know

It is time to go

Take the elevator, enjoy the penthouse view

Or the basement as per the Almighty’s rule