Is a place where angels lie and
devils have wings. God is cruel
and fantastic as it seems, Satan
tells it like it is. He says to be
redeemed is a sin and it’s better to get
a gin fizz than that.
He cracked the prayer lines long ago and pirated
light to brighten his domain. Messages sent to God
were intercepted and accepted by Satan instead of
God, who rolled around heaven all day waiting for prayers
that his heart hungered for, but they never came, and he
wasn’t going to answer them anyway.
The fallen angel replied to the pleas in a devilish
way. Prayers for rain were answered with floods.
Appeals for a loved one’s life were responded to
with hospital bills.
The few souls who overcame the Imp’s wily ways
and made it to heaven and heard the holy music,
soon got tired of hearing it, and how the wine they
drank came from the inexhaustible supply of blood
that leaked from the sacred heart that hungered for love
but was forsaken by mankind.
Most souls wished they had gone to Hell where fornication
was allowed and there was no price to pay.
Punishment it appeared, was to live eternity as we lived
in our world. Without truth, love or fidelity. Those are
reserved for heaven,
but I prefer to live in a place where my lifestyle doesn’t have
to change. So when my time comes, with a smile, I’ll go down
below where I’ll be indefinitely enclosed in my world, with others
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