Dreaming Cannibal
April 12th, 2009, 01:27 AM
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed of heaven.
It wasn't what everyone said.
There was no god and
angels had silver and bronze wings,
their eye were plucked out and
their limbs fell apart and
their different color skin were sewn together
each with a different stage of putrefaction.
Heaven was a destroyed city
dirty with left overs of fallen meats.
Nobody cleaned and many eat from the floor
whatever they could find.
I also dreamed of hell.
It was a beautiful city.
The streets were clean,
the demons had no wings and
they looked nothing different than a human being,
dressed with suits and dresses of bright colors. It wasn't a place that reflected happiness but it reflected beauty.
Some demons smiled, and even helped me get to the devil.
Yes, there was a devil.
He was an old man, green eyes and white short hair,
shaved to perfection and a very truthful smile.
He was considered wise and important.
He laughed when he saw me.
I asked why he did and he laughed more.
After a few drinks of the best wine in hell he told me god was dead and
it that it is ironic how we think of heaven and hell.
After he said no more and a black bullet was shot through my heart.
I dreamed of heaven.
It wasn't what everyone said.
There was no god and
angels had silver and bronze wings,
their eye were plucked out and
their limbs fell apart and
their different color skin were sewn together
each with a different stage of putrefaction.
Heaven was a destroyed city
dirty with left overs of fallen meats.
Nobody cleaned and many eat from the floor
whatever they could find.
I also dreamed of hell.
It was a beautiful city.
The streets were clean,
the demons had no wings and
they looked nothing different than a human being,
dressed with suits and dresses of bright colors. It wasn't a place that reflected happiness but it reflected beauty.
Some demons smiled, and even helped me get to the devil.
Yes, there was a devil.
He was an old man, green eyes and white short hair,
shaved to perfection and a very truthful smile.
He was considered wise and important.
He laughed when he saw me.
I asked why he did and he laughed more.
After a few drinks of the best wine in hell he told me god was dead and
it that it is ironic how we think of heaven and hell.
After he said no more and a black bullet was shot through my heart.