Pretend you are Virgil and write a poem in dactylic hexameters about last days of Jesus in Wasteland. Jesus failed his mission to save the world and God himself came to fight Satan. Satan uses nuclear bombs to erase earth and fight God, and God is on a spaceship with laser weapons. The crowd of prostitutes, drug addicts and mutants watch the final battle. Tarantino watches the both from heaven and applauds in the end.

The Last Wasteland

Sing of the last of the days of the Son of the Lord in the wasteland. Broken, he walked through the ruins of cities where nobody answered, Bearing no kingdom, he knelt in the cinders and whispered to heaven: “Father, the world I was given is lost, and my blood cannot mend it.” Thorns on his forehead were black with the soot of the furnaces’ breathing; Under the skeleton towers, the last of his followers perished.

There by the dry river’s bed, with the dust for his shroud, the Redeemer Died, and the wind through the bones of the bridges went crying his passing. Neither a stone nor a soldier arose; there was nothing to ransom. God from the height of eternity looked on the failure in silence, Then through the firmament lowered his ship with its terrible engines, Armed with the lasers of judgment, their light like the lances of sunrise.

Down in the silos stood Satan, the lord of the warheads, exulting: “Take what is left of your garden, Almighty, and crown it with ashes!” Laughing, he wakened the nuclear suns in their cradles of iron; Out of the earth came the missiles, like prayers that had learned to be hateful. God from his vessel sent lasers to shear through the climbing destruction; Satan hurled suns at the hull till the stars disappeared in their brightness.

Out of the brothels came prostitutes, wrapped in the flags of dead nations; Out of the needle-strewn doorways came addicts with trembling fingers; Out of the tunnels came mutants, their faces made strange by the fallout. Shoulder to shoulder they stood where the roads had been melted to rivers, Watching their makers contend for a world neither power would shelter. One of the women held water, but none of the dying could drink it.

Then came the flash that abolished the mountains, the seas, and their borders. Earth was unfastened; its continents scattered like leaves from a volume. Still through the wreckage the ship of the Father drove, blazing its weapons; Still in the furnace stood Satan, with nothing to rule but destruction. High in the heavens, the filmmaker watched, Tarantino unspeaking; Then, at the end of the world, he applauded the beautiful burning.