Poured out like
A blanket of Fire
Across all the earth

If it hurts to burn
You are looking
Inward toward nothing
And nothing is nothing

When all is dead or raised
If the burn turns to yearn
To look toward Love
That is God

And you will notice you have already been raised
If the chasm before you is too wide
So very little time left now
Will the bridge be gone
Before the seven years of tribulation come?

This burn
I refer to here
Is not the same as
Your old love
Perverted generation!

That is not really love
But lust!

Eros comes from Love
Not Eros for Love