There is a voice,

In my head,

That whispers things not so nice,

It speaks lies and darkness

Tricks and pain

Or maybe it speaks truth and escape

I don’t know why I’m so blighted and cursed

I could have it so much worse

I am finding it hard to go on

When there are so many obstacles

Entering the light of heaven

Tastes too bitter when you’re gone

Crawling there writhing in torment

While you drag yourself along

Others cruise by rapidly in fast cars

It’s a lot harder to get to hell than it is to heaven

Indeed, when you make it to heaven, you say “I shouldn’t be here, most people like me are in hell.”

Why did you want to come to this place?

Be with people so different from you?

It’s too bad fate deals a bad hand,

And everyone goes to the wrong place

The denizens of hell should be frolicking in the light of the eternal

And the undeserving in heaven should suffer their time in hell.