Indictment

Welcome to the end of the world. You’ve been indicted for blasphemy. Is it not you who has chosen to oversee what you do not want to see? Is it not you, who breathes easier by demonizing others? Is it not you, who claims to trust god but can’t swallow the dark toad in your throat?

Hell, is hiding from who we really are. Hell, is for those who choose it. Hell, is for those who are stronger than life itself. Hell, is not for cowards, but cowards live there in silence. Hell, what a beautifully passionate word. It looks a lot like the religions of the masses and somehow feels safer than living amongst them.

Am I Blasphemous? Perhaps, but if the father sends me to hell, I’d gladly turn my feet there. Would I feel unloved and in exile? No. I love my father no matter what. I will go to this said “hell” on command if my father demands me to do so. With my head up high and without apprehension, I’ll march myself to hell, knowing that the lord, my father, has sent me there. I am not scared of my fathers will. I am here to submit to the creator, not to cower away and become bitter. I am greater than that. Hell isn’t big enough for me, and that’s a fact.

I do not hold true the notion of being punished. How can I be punished when I’m detached? This is my version of hell: it doesn’t exist. There’s just life, what we have, and what we make of it. But, what do we even possess?