The final lament

If the heavens split open;
If the sky does fall.
That won't vex me.
Not at all.

If the earth cracks open;
If lava rush through.
Peacefully,
I say adieu.

But endlessly,
to leave, return.
That's the fire,
I can't watch burn.

To have the chance
to escape this mess.
And fail miserably
the final test.

To reach the border,
but not the shore.
A taste of honey,
so adored.

If the sky splits open;
If the earth does rend.
Can we welcome them
as long last friend?

But the gate was opened;
but can't walk through.
Lament mistaking
the false for True.