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When i vacationed in Hell

My body sunk into a pit of utter black,

My mind it couldn’t quite come back,

From wandering in the coals,

In the shadowed depth of the darkest hole.

An angel whispered in mine ear,

The sweetness of a torturous tear,

And cut my throat from chin to chest,

To see if I would pass the test.

I smiled and with delight I said,

Is that your very fucking best, I’m dead.

He giggled once and cut of my hand,

It fell so dead right where I stood,

It’s palm was open its fingers could,

Still touch the fire burning round,

The hot and simmering flaming ground.

I snickered as he pleaded with,

My presence and my virtuous gift,

I offered him my beating heart,

He passed and cut my shoulder, end to start.

On my bones he dropped a boulder,

And plunged it on my head till I was dead,

And laughter shook the realm that smoldered.

I woke and suddenly the pain,

Was gone from me again.

Then the lonely gentleman, he gave a prayer.

An answer only for me to here.

It went like a child’s rhyme and lasted the eternity of time.

It went “all my children they are dead,

Meek without their belly fed.

If hunger was the only gift,

Then on your blood and bones I sift,

And drink your brain, until it rots,

Upon my tongue, oh what a plot.

Give me bones and melting flesh,

As my senses linger in your sweltering scent.

And worship you and image all.

That father gave before my fall.

The jealous angel stood to bear,

The joke that mankind didn’t care,

Or truth of its humor in his lair.

Oh selfless soul here in despair.

How charmed I was, with head all crushed,

One handed, cut neck and such.

And finally then he smiled to me,

Alas my child your pain I see,

Is wrought between us, you and me,

Like vice of plenty, so provocatively.

But instead I’ll measure with compassion,

The morality of our relationship, without passion.

And give to you a second chance,

Begotten by my father’s glance.

And free your pain and misery,

From my deathly solitude and slithery.

Upon my throne sit, for seconds three,

And peer through me, with wisdoms wit.

To see that you, my favorite are.

Another realm I’ll send you far.

If I ever see you here again,

I’ll melt your soul my sinning friend.

And fry it in the hottest flame.

Because you played my selfish game.

My throat all clogged with dark red blood,

I choked the answer that I could.

I said “behold I’ve changed my ways from bad to good.”

And shame to boldness their I stood.

With a wink and fiery finger snap,

I flashed through doors of all the pasts.

And into futures where I found,

Serenity of all the beauty all around.

I lived my life in sin and death.

I lied with every given breath.

Yet Satan gave me a second chance.

For on his throne my eyes did glance.

And saw what lies for me instead,

If ever him my angel, meets me again.