A beatific inferno, or How to Succeed at Celestial Power Shifts Without Even Giving a Damn

This one’s a bit different

When Satan seceded from the sky,
I think that I got left behind.
I’m so sick of biding all my time
Just trying to make this halo shine.
Singing these hypocritic psalms -
And greasing angelic palms -
It’s all just way too f*****g calm.
It makes me wanna scream.

My wings are clipped,
And God’s full of s**t,
So here is what I’m offering:

Send me below.
I’ll torture and roast,
And I’ll tell them the good word, I guess.
“Jesus Christ,
He died.
Holy suicide!
And then he rised,
So his biggest fans are blessed.
Try as you might,
You ain’t all right
Till you tell him that he’s the best.”

You might end up with
Demons at your door,
But think of it, they’re saved.
New worshipers
For his greedy Lord,
But I can’t promise they’ll behave.

“Angels, meet your new infernal friends!
They’re moving in ‘round the golden bend.
Cherish them oh cherubim!
Neighborhood watch the impious sin.”

The fallen scores
To ethereal shores
To frolic and to fight.
Seraph escape
An eternal fate
Of living alongside
Souls possessed -
The damned oppressed.
How dare they want a life
That’s not brimstone,
Tormented homes,
An ever acrid demise?

The divine light
To take flight
To lesser no man’s land,
While imps ascend
To frequent
Luxuries they’ve never had.

“Redecorate -
Oh, livid hordes!
Scorch your mark upon the clouds!
Consecrate
This hallowed place
In candescent inferno shroud.”

May they raze the many mansions,
Flames to ascend to him on high.
He shall breathe the smoke
Atop his throne.
May he choke
On his extravagance divine.

As the deity endures
Evil’s imminent domain,
I shall still reside -
In Hell, I will remain.

I’ll enjoy the tropic tides,
The outcast,
And the vilified.
I’ll rejoice in repartee
With thinkers
With thoughts
That got them slain.

I do believe in my heart of hearts
I’ll treasure my torrid home.
Forgive the upheaval,
Oh my heavens,
But I’ll be happier down below.

“Hey, Lucifer, let us do lunch.
We can discuss Sartre’s approach
That whether God still exists or not
We should live our lives to the most.”

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dennis, I prefer Purgatory. Too hot in hell for Johnnie.
“Hey, Lucifer, let us do lunch.
We can discuss Sartre’s approach
That whether God still exists or not
We should live our lives to the most.”
The above lines, i searched for once. I saw hell close-by once. The purgatory Inn. I join Mark Twain and unbelievers waiting for no-one. Great poetry my friend. Made the reader think and ponder.
Coyote

[Dennis Shanaberg]

A brilliant response. Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. I hope you are doing well and having some fun.

[Einstein Noodle]

i can feel the pain and anger in this .. its almost a rant against Jesus Christ and Christian belief .. something has happened in you life (i get a strong sense of this being a confessional poem) ... perhaps you tried too hard ... after all the impossibility of human beings attaining presence with God the Creator of all things is at the core of what Jesus taught ... it sounds like you are familiar somewhat with the teaching of the Bible .. I would encourage you to read it again in a less emotional state ... in my own search for God i finally, after much strife and suffering ... felt His soft tap ...telling me to turn around .. which I did .. low and behold ...what I was searching for with such hunger was all the time waiting for me to simply turn around ... I am sorry for your anger and pain .. but forever is a long long time .. in this world we still have the choice ... in fact we choose everyday to submit to that Higher Power and seek to follow charity in small places .. and large if we are able ... your poem challenges my Faith .. put my head in a good place thinking about our Heavenly Father and only true Son ...Jesus Christ .. I hope you will give it another go sir.... if this is not a confessional poem .. well ... my sharing is for your antagonist ... as I don't see a protagonist in this ;) be well ... peace and joy Dennis!
E.