I hope that when I die there is burning
And demons with pitch forks
I hope that when I meet the devil
He’ll have goat feet and twisted horns
I hope the smell is putrid
And the sight assaults my eyes
I hope that no one shows me mercy
No matter how I cry
I hope they fill my mouth with maggots
Until I can’t scream or talk
I hope nightmarish nasty birds
Peck at my face between their squawks
I hope they light my hair on fire
While I shriek and howl in pain
I hope they laugh and make jokes
I hope this happens everyday
I hope they make me watch in vein
As they peel off my young sons skin
I hope they break one of my mother’s bones
For every time I have ever sinned
I hope the afterlife is awful
And agony is ever persisting
As long as when I die
I don’t just stop existing.
