i tried out to be the next messiah / but they said I had to believe in something / i’ve only been carving stakes out of dogwood / twisting mistletoe in arrows / no one comes to my sermons / since I can’t turn water to wine / my rapture is a bloody one / it will be when the gold sinks back into the earth / and the bones dig their way out / where I’m not here to see the sky turn red / or watch the oceans run black / but the trees will come back / you’ll hear the birds sing/ you’ll see the stars again.