A Religious Poem

There's a house, on a road,
In this house there is nothing,
Everyday people walk around the house,
Complaining that the house is barren,
But these people don'tknow how it go that way
So they complain and blame it on someone else,
Then one day,
A government man comes to the house
Dressed all in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase
He is a warm man, a contrast to the cold people
He opens the door,
He closes the door behind him,
He does not run in the house,
He does not put his fingers on the wall,
He talks to the people in the house
He tells them about the future,
He leaves, with his briefcase,
That night the people leave,
And the next morning,
The tractor comes.....

if you had trouble understanding this, this might help:
picture the house as society;
the man as the antichrist;
and the tractor as hell;
-by Tom Purdom

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