Hell bends when you glare up into the clouds above your head The Sun glows with its light, gleaming upon your hopeful eyes You reach up into the transparent blue sky Fingers rippling heaven, patiently waiting for you
Heaven is in the palm of your hand You wield the power of it It's yours for the taking Yet you shed icy tears
For what? You miss your home? You miss the comfort of your brothers and sisters? Your heart aches for solace?
When heaven is knocking at your door Welcoming you to come inside and sit by their wooden table Hell bends and breaks You are what they fear
Your mistakes cannot redeem you for what you've done Heaven has already redeemed you And hell only fears your presence
This is ironic because I don't believe in the concept of heaven or hell. I was reading a lot of Game of Thrones in 2016 when I wrote this and the idea for this poem spurred up. This is in no way tied to religious beliefs because I am not a catholic nor a christian.