The gates of heaven have a huge padlock on them and I can’t even read the numbers.
Sure feels like I have come to the right place. I mean it’s all white and sunny here. Smells a bit like vanilla, too. Not the artificial stuff, the real deal. Creamy and pungent. But honestly, who opened this damn cage of mine?
If you don’t like the cage, piss in it. At least that’s what I have heard. If I really did it? I don’t even know who opened that damn door. Sure didn’t smell like vanilla in there, I can promise you that.
Now that I am standing right in front of these metal bars I am contemplating whether I am doomed to be locked into something. Maybe I am locked out of something? Who even decides what is in and out? Do we just vaguely follow the smell of vanilla and see where it’s pleasant? Anyway, beats the hell out of piss for sure.
I can’t really say that the lifeless bodies around me and the terrible stench were really hell. As you might have read, I kind of appreciate the fallen angel, the emperor of the underground. If you haven’t, you can read about it here. So honestly, I don’t even dare to insult that place with comparing it to my cage.
What a life for a metaphysical entity. Do I even belong into heaven if I get there? Am I not doomed to roam forever? I am transient anyway, why do I follow the binary system of humans?
I guess I want to belong. So I make compromises, I choose. I give up my endless freedom for a chance of confined happiness. My god (or whoever has the combination to the padlock) – do I put myself in a better cage?
How does yours look?
Do you have the key?