Heaven smiles above me
mocking my descent.
The tear streaked angels laughing
at my hoarse lament...
The demons pull me under
thick and putrid strife
clinging to what's left
of my weary life.
The grip around my ankles
the rasping in my ear
the mouth of hell is waiting
a blurry vision of fear.
To kick and scream is pointless
for I'm nearly at the gate.
The fallen one is waiting
oh Christ spare me this fate...
***
"Take my hand, my child"
he whispers loud and clear.
"The one above has forsaken you,
But I will always be here!"
Faced with a decision
the darkness or the light
something stirs inside me
and I contort and smile.
He flicks his tongue and laughs
"You have chosen well!"
Now hand in hand
we descend,
into the fiery depths of hell...


















Well, I doubt I can do better than this, you have spoken clearly on the choices we make and the results of said choices. Many want to go to heaven, but feel it's just too darned hard! Not religious myself, but doing what's right vs. doing what's fun or easier has alway been an amusing spectator sport for me


the pen smile in your hand for you give mirth to the gloomy images it inspires,



Satan isn't such a bad guy after all.




thank you for ruiening my sleep 






















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