I know that you’re attempting to make sense of the senseless,
to establish a little order in a cosmos full of chaos,
but the thing that you’ve come up with makes no sense to me.
The world is not divided into the lost and the chosen.
Whether we like it or not, we’re all in this together,
even if we choose to ignore it.
You may find comfort in the promise of heaven,
but for me, the promise of hell tears the whole thing down.
The gold is tarnished.
The milk is sour.
The honey is bitter.
The harps are out of tune
and the angels’ wings are clipped.
I cannot share in your eternal bliss
if it must be coupled with someone else’s torment.
I do not wish to be at war
with demons and evil spirits.
I’d rather be at peace with my inevitable ignorance.
I am limited and I accept that.
I am not forever, but I am today,
and that’s the thing I make the most of.