In the promised land we toil.
We sweat,
We labor,
for a meager handout from God.
Remorseful and unworthy,
we await the day He will surely send us to hell.

We worship idols.
on the television screen.
watching our story play out;
doing nothing,
leaving nothing,but deceit for our children.
They bear witness to our crimes
Lies will be our legacy.

Half conscious, in a shell shocked daze, we wander,
bowing down to an angry God.
Grinning skulls point the way to salvation,
false profits lead us to hell,
again we are lost.

The war mongers wage war and raise hell
before our eyes.
Power through money,
Power through pleasure,
Revenge and Revolution in the name of God.

Then in the distance
above the bloody battlefield
we see light
small at first and then larger than before
and like a diamond our eyes catch it
until light is all there is.
Above us all.

The unblinking eye of God watches.
We are sought out by angels,
They raise us up, they whisper truth,
No longer is God a mystery to us.

We clasp hands with black, white, gay, and straight,
man, woman, and child, we clasp hands, in a chain
that circles the earth
until our bodies fall away into nothingness,
unity, oneness, redemption.
We are no longer alone,
once more united,
no fear, nor lack, nor pain; things have passed away.
We know goodness, we know light,
it is what we are,
it is who we were,
and it is all that we ever have been,
or ever will be.

It is heaven, our promised land.