Rapture

I pray He will deliver me from this place,

This den of iniquity,

The vile stench of debauchery and disdain rises up like smoke on a rotting carcass;

If thou wilt deliver me from this rotting fester

and cure me of the foul stench of human existence, peace shall be mine.

If I see no more this place,

Where flesh creeps and all manner of foul behaviour corrupts the senses and sticks in the nostrils like death.

Such is this life.

And only deliverance will subdue it.

Amen