Waiting for Heaven

Waiting for Heaven

Droplets of rain unto the ground,

Draining the heavens, upon the earth of green and brown.

Falling from skies of songs long forgotten,

Drowning and withered like apples gone rotten.

A bite here I took, with wisdom there I stood,

And vanished with shadows of thought.

My eye was upon, the tip of the wing,

Of an angel to hold my hand for the good i had sought

And bring me to summer, with birds there to sing.

Alas the apple it took, the virginity of angels with its pictured fuckbook.

A tree standing in gardens begotten.

The blame it was hers, in the garden they fought in.

A tear dripped upon the skin glowing of yellow and gold,

Its lesson was neither for the weak or the bold.

It taught that heaven stands still, white as the snow,

Hold onto your will, so up to heaven you’ll go,

To stand amongst the few with the divinity of worth,

But the many they lose, right at their birth.

For only the few, with righteous and girth,

Sits and mingles with God above earth.

Forgive and forget. Live and let live.

Upon your own death, give, give and give.

For light will not shine, upon your closed mind.

And doors open will close in due time.

Let them then judge, your life at its end,

Friends who are dead, advice they can't lend.

Alone like a child that's lost in the world,

A candle without flame or wick to unfurl.

The darkness will take your very last breath,

The light now extinguished, your soul at its depth.

He’ll sit on his throne, ignore your broke bones,

And heart that beats for love to come home.

Alone there you’ll wait, for the end of the journey..

Alone, judgement of days without an attorney

Thinking the whole time, it was all about you.

When really it wasn’t and nothing was true.

For the devil he spoke. His words hard and hot.

at his side where you’ll sit, your breath is your last.

It is his hand you took, as you wandered through life,

And walked through the garden, an apple of strife.

Rewards will be given, gifts to the dead,

He'll tear out your eyeballs and cut your scalp from your head.

Your knuckles he'll break, one at time,

Their popping like music of macabre and chimes.

The bones he will break will come next my sweet thing.

Then when all seems so lost, and pain fills your soul,

The devil will cast you into the fires of hell.

Where you'll burn in red flame each tremendous scorch you will feel,

And screaming won't help, just reinforces it's all real.

Just when your ash, molten and chain, lying unrecognizable in deaths sooty decay.

The devil will heal you, your mind body and soul. Now is your turn with demons to fuck, apples to eat and murder to wrought in fires six feet deep. so when his horns fill in black you can repeat and repeat. And burn till your naught, A prisoner in death eternal torture without end. Which hand do you want to take now my thoughtless old friend.for the silence of God, He gives you a will. He only steps in when man becomes a suicide pill. Yet then still not heard, no song of a bird. A silence of hope and invisible word. Some his strength he gives. Others they falter. The pill is is the marriage between the two realms in their metal halter,. If swallowed, the pit is your fit and the death that dwells there. If ignored the thrown will sit two for a moment or more. With doors now reopening to tell us the war is fought in this life, one against himself. To end up in heaven or fried down in hell.