It's a blooming garden,
Not alike your neighbourhood one,
Instead of swings and slides and see-saws,
There are death, despair and disgust for fun.
You will find your friends there too,
For if you are there, you are no better,
A litter of animals- half alive and half dead,
Where the former is in reins of the latter.
This place has it's own perks too,
Pity and revenge both plentiful,
Mercy you show, only if you yourself are tired,
For chances of inflicting pain are quite wonderful.
You'd cross the river Acheron,
And if you drown don't wish a wish!
The hurt, the pain, the agony will be served,
A platter of the most RED dish!
And if you try to build a bridge
Over the mighty Styx of hell,
The cursing seven meanders of hatred will
Consume you quicker than you can tell.
But the afterlife is not always dark and gloomy there,
If you manage to pile some good in your life,
Maybe the fields of Asphodel will be a start,
Where you just be- existing is the only strife.
And who knows, what the 3 judges decide,
Maybe Elysium is for you afterall,
Or the king of treasure and dead will meet you
Personally before your permanent fall.
Come down-downwards, downhill, downtown-
Underground- beneath your very feet,
Hell-a mind boggling paradox
Where things are served slick and sweet.
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Words Of An Idle Mind
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