Blasphemy

Reckoning day

       The reckoning day is near to come. The day nobody thought possible. The crumbling of mother earth had dawned upon us, together we watched as the sky fell. As you beg and cry for it all to stop, you fool yourself into the belief that it is all simply a dream, A nightmare. Begging for forgiveness is worthless as you are too late, we are too late. Hell is ahead of us, eternal suffering, together. Screaming bloody murder, the sky's turn red with the waterfall of terror draining from your mind, maybe it's all an illusion, a bloodthirsty, cruel illusion.

       Where are the heavens in this trying time? I think to myself. We all know the possible answers. Dead possibly? Or they don't care. Doesn't matter why, if the heavens  were at war with the underground, Full hell would blow on earth leaving not a soul still breathing. For now it is best to lay low and live as long as possible, Or would it be easier to just let it happen? The priests are dead, the heavens are powerless, or maybe just useless.

       I don't want revenge, i want you to shut up for a minute. Your crying out salvation, and it's very annoying. I've always felt lust in making you upset, but this is unjust, cruel even. Relax, your feelings won't matter in months time, possibly even weeks we could all be cold, lying on a street somewhere in a pool of our own diseased organs. Spending the last days with me is hell for you but i am simply never leaving your side. You have to come to terms with it. Reckoning day is coming upon us, friendship of the year. You finally look up at me, screaming terrible words, but i know you don't hate me. You need me. You try, try to accept me, But every time you get driven down into the hole of hatred that you created for yourself to simmer in. The hole of hatred in which i abuse for personal enjoyment.

       Stop your whining and praying. You know damn well the angels can't hear you. Well i suppose they could, but simply have bigger problems to deal with than a small, meaningless human life. Coughing up blood, continuing to scream, at this rate there will be no way for you to continue. Your throat is ripping and you don't even seem to notice. The reckoning day is more boring and non-exhilarating than i ever imagined. Quite boring compared to the old maids tales. I haven't seen another soul for weeks, or even the devil whom i had been most excited to  meet. Maybe he is misunderstood, maybe he is the good guy after all. Maybe the devil is an excuse to justify gods actions. Maybe this was all gods will.

       Anyway, the best option is to simply let loose. The reckoning day is upon us, coming faster than ever, and we are directly in the midst. I will let myself fly far away, far into the depths of hell, as it seems. Family reunions are usually boring and anxiety inducing. But for once my loved ones could be at peace, no more fighting, no more pain.