The Heerdink-Stepek Cycle

We wish hell for others all the while digging the hole which leads to that fiery gate separating us from our forever home built with bricks of hatred & spite. Each rock thrown shatters a mirror of our own reflection as we only hurt when that anger is made within & out. Never a good intention to pave a road, the path that leads south is rugged; every evil bone crushed under the weight brought on by a lifetime full of hate.

 Everybody's seeking salvation cups of tea a nice wee break on a cruise someday everybody's hoping God's going to come along and give us all redemption all except the folk we don't like we want God to pick them out at the Last Day and specifically mention the grievances we have about them then cast them down in the bottomless pit to the eternal torment and horrific heat of Hell and once that's done Justice with a capital J Hell with a capital H Punishment with a huge big capital P the rest of us the good guys will be redeemed and go up to Heaven for a cup of tea and a nice wee summer cruise that lasts forever.

Still waiting are the faithful for their inner eye to open & witness the boundless glory of their own miraculous creation. Our deaths the sacrifice needed to experience the next salvation. Thy Kingdom come but not undone by the will of those too blind to see the invisible entity lies not on clouds of cirrus but through this veiny map within our own membrane.

Our father who are in heaven the kingdom of heaven is within therefore god is within and if within then not up there a state of mind to attain or not and hell is the human state of not being god Is that what you were trying to say young Jesus along with the concern that the day of judgement was to happen within your own lifetime? Two thousand years later the faithful are still waiting

Our prayers have since fallen in between long abandoned cracks where no loving entity can hear the pleas for mercy from suffering. So, we create ourselves a new god. One where the tabernacle requires not an unreasonable amount of sacrifice of which we no longer wish to give.

In the name ae the wee man can you no' hae mercy? In the name ae the wee man can he no' stop the killin'? In the name ae the wee man can we no hae peace oan Earth? In the name ae the wee man can he no listen tae oor prayers? In the name ae the wee man In the name ae the wee man In the name ae the wee man

In the name of one we cannot know, we commit every unimaginable sin in our attempt to do what we feel is just. Our service is excused as necessary for the greater good’s comfortability, but who really greets us when we fall? Is paradise the prize for the price we paid, or is it simply a distraction for those who are in need of one when it’s last call?