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from "rapture is a painful thing" by mckinley johnson

"It’s no simple vanish, no snap of earth-forming fingers; when God takes you, it’s violent. Dissonant trumpets, burning chariots, angels grab you by the belt and yank.

Your clothes are not left, neat and folded, in your seat. There is no flash of light, no cooing of doves—you are here and next you know you are heavenbound, Godspeed,

hips skyward, limbs trailing behind, shoulder ripped from socket by the drag; friction makes you burn, a reverse comet, a smoking censer chain-dragged through the sky,

sprinkle your sulfur down on earth— that is what hell smells like. [...]

Be glad