hell

“torment” he said.
“you will be tormented for eternity.”
  i was astounded. “god has nothing better to do than torture me for eternity? what about juvenile diabetes?”
  his face got dark with anger “GET SERIOUS”.
  “I AM SERIOUS. MY WIFE WORKS WITH SICK CHILDREN WHO WON’T SEE THEIR SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!  what kind of god is that?”

lukanola

  it began as words like this story i was gonna write
a cosmic dj taps into some batards head 
channels the words the bastard would like to have said
  i have other ideas
 everyone from the past is shrinking
but for the most part others scream
  i’ve gotten a bit better at choosing who i associate with
  the true wealth of MY life is the people i’ve come to grope
grasp grok geekle guffaw with
dont you deal another blow to my faith. orbit in and tell me you are there. make me richer make you richer i will not betray you
i will give you the keys to my trust
the upper hand
  i’ll give you names
dates details
  just give me a little trust
a little credit
you take the keys
i the wealth
                          jim beam