God ain't a sadist as sadists pretend
He's not into flesh burning, a sizzling steak.
He is the good Guy all cloud banks is He.
So here's how this unportfolioed prophet
Sees eternity:
Hell is just Heaven with the shades drawn far down.
We still have the halos, the whispers of joy.
The only difference we the risen will find
It's devoid of the memories we left behind.
No ma's baking bread smells in anyone's hearth.
No remembering your best friend's dumb jokes
No poker with friends laughing loud like car horns
As the four of you take turns on tokes.
Every sweet past event from your book's massive pages
Erased and forgotten though you feel they are there.
Holes in your soul, devoid of light and of air.
Every smile you smiled at kittens and kids
Every comforting purr you got from Snickers the cat.
If you even saw her in her three fluffy colors
You'd puzzle out, what is that?
Your triple King size bed says that you're home
But you live there forever warm and alone.