Heaven or Hell?
Dark fears heard in deafened ears,
Brought the demons out to play,
Their shadowed screech upon the wind,
Made blackened souls decayed and blown away.
Their lies all pretty in dark red blood,
Written in words with rotten food.
Beyond the shadowed and the rounded, deaths black hood,
Where his pale finger pointing found a pale sleep for all bad and good.
The reaper puts only evil in the dreams of men,
Who do not know their place,
Or where their hearts belong,
Within the human race.
But men who know their strength,
And use it as the weak embrace.
Bring forth the sophists wisdom born.
From men who’s words have wickedly torn.
Those trapped behind steel bars and marble floors all wet and hard and cold,
These are the dreamers who’s secrets the demons have pretentiously foretold.
When an angel bears his grace to meet,
And greets you on your own two feet,
Ignore the shadows who floats within the depths,
Of hells fires and charcoaled charred singeing breaths.
For believing in all their lies and shit,
Means death has sat where your children sit.
Death will bring them to the quest,
Of why life ends as if a test.
To lead you somewhere more on earth,
Then to a dreamless sleep or new rebirth.
Lessons learned seem so⁶ far and few,
Like graffiti in a Bible perilously sitting on a churches pew.
Half the precepts paternalism bears,
Like the protective mother, in her long white dress in faith she wears.
To land and break your tears on stone,
Until the angel precipitates you home.
And sings A lullaby for your begotten love,
To calm the soul with sweetened notes,
And a true loves kiss thereof.
A song sung that a heart can only partially understand,
Beating for the truth to comprehend or then demand.
The notes of peace that linger soft,
And comes at such a tempestuous cost.
It sins in sands on a grainy beach.
Where virtue strays just out of reach.
And vice gives answers that dead men preach.
Where an angel bellows a cheerful tone,
The demon cracks his whip,
The sand turns dry dust to sharp hard bone,
And morality will exorbitantly tip.
The angel floats and soars on wings,
The demon on it horn,
Both bear the message of the lord.
Where you end your dying day by sickness, age or by the sword.
Your end is versed within the chorus,
In heavens light and hope.
Or hell and fire and remorse.
An individual, their soul alone to cope.
Where will you go on judgment day.
When gifts are granted to,
the ones who fly up in the sky,
Or the many who fall below the few.
The will was vigorous to both who wrought,
Their powers on this earth.
The solace here alone one sought,
The other in discomfort found no worth.
Separated by the mind of this and thus and that,
On judgement day glaring at our children is where defensively we’re sat.
Generations of accumulated adjuration.
On our hard boney backs the angel will pat and pat and pat.
Some will cry in joyous glee,
Some will burn in misery,
Some get stuck where no one flees,
The rest exist just as a breeze,
And blow like invisible winds that freeze,
Like time on a hundred broken clocks.
Or lying politicians on doors that they knock.
The night air will then become the scent of a virgin and her tease.
To the ears and eyes and pricks of what the sirens song will please.
The waters of the life that give,
Destroyed by all that’s become taboo,
Their vices they could not keep hid,
Their virtue dead and broken through.
The ones that get up to the warmth,
And light and bliss and love.
Will stay forever to be mourned, in the endowment of above
The others who will sink and burn in fires of hottest hell,
Their torture they could not foretell.
Eternal torment insufferably true,
Their never ending agony they will construe.
Choices on this realm we have,
Decisions that define.
Our everlasting afterlife,
Of hell or the divine.
For nature has a way, to affect our actions we portray.
For one will finally judge, and all will sit alone,
On judgment day in front of Him,
And his commandments writ in stone.