on the expectation of heaven

The expectation of heaven

Is our hell.

And sure he may be sadistic,

But ultimately Satan is just another lover.

In this world with lots of promises

But no promising people,

Just people promising in the attempt to digest lies.

In the attempt to digest lies

We swallow a lot of truth too,

Hoping it will come out as the shit we want it to be.

As the shit we want it to be,

Truth provokes revulsion.

Revulsion is like pulling out,

We just wont admit how close we came.

How close we became

Gives so much intimacy to cold memories.

Cold memories not because the presents were cold

But because the present recognizes the rape

Of so many wet dreams,

Wet with the urine of alienation.

Alien nations look at us as the aliens to be feared

And to be feared is our goal,

Even if they won’t love us

And even if they wont love us

They just might say yes.

And even if they just might say yes,

It is still a sure thing.

And just because they are so sure

Doesn’t mean they should fight back,

Although licking their own wounds would just turn us on more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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