I am the puritan god
That dangles the puritan cross
Above their heads where they stand
At the pulpit of the ******

My brothers mouth gapes open
Chords rumble sweet honey
Shed your fear to dive in
Dawn your habit of sin

O words you have mistaken
Poor words you have forsaken
Clear as day you have created
The hand of an angry god

my world fell apart
because you were my world,
but you became my
hell
instead.

i miss you
and how things
used to be,
but you chose others
over me
when i was
the only one
you ever had.

my world became my hell,
full of
wailing and
grinding
of teeth.

I thought you were sent from heaven,
But you came straight from hell.
clawing, scratching, gnawing me down.
Not even “God” can save us now.
Te hodiste. “**** it.”
Pobrecito. “Poor thing.”
Cooing like a child who steals your heart,
Never to return.

Heaven and Hell are not places God sends us when we die, they are simply the two opposing places we go to get our true heart’s desire for the rest of eternity. It’s only when that desire is for the Lord that it will be Heaven.

and if the rules of the church
are the only way i'll get into
              "heaven"
well,
         to hell
                    with that .