Bloody moon scared me to death as a kid
along with nuclear war and apartheid

Or maybe I hated the idea instead, like
the Rapture and being left behind

Four fears and an apocalypse to keep me
awake all night and praying for a soul

All of the signs and then some to dwell on
For Sunday mornings and Sunday’s school

Israel and promises too numerous to keep
let alone remember or even understand

My world in a prophecy, life shortened
all hope in the hereafter, the after life

After everything else there is tomorrow
but you never really know until then

Until after the stars fall from your skies
and the moon turns red, red like blood