The world ended yesterday
just as predicted, and then
restarted, and nothing at all
seemed to change yet
everything was slightly
different, a little askew.
I noticed it, although no one
around me detected it,
went about their day
as though nothing happened.
The preachers didn’t foresee
it coming, hadn’t predicted it,
glad when the restart did not
signal the end of days, for they
were no longer certain where
they would spend eternity.
I had no such expectations
and the moment duly noted, I
went about my day normally
You say that I am an apostate,
hell bent, hell bound, soon to meet
the hell hound awaiting my arrival.
You have condemned me for thoughts
that deviate from your own, you
are the guardians of the Word, you say,
although whose words you guard is ever
harder and harder to discern, certainly
not those of He who died for saying them.
You say heaven is reserved to you
and those who merit being your apostles
and those who fail must be condemned.
Yet Cerberus understands well,
and you will be surprised when he
greets you at the hell gates of your heaven.