I skipped the reception
by choirs and Saint Peter
outside the gated community
called Heaven
the channel changed
in the blink of an eye
and this subjective World
is no longer fun
we are each Prometheus
condemned forever
to struggle up the hill
and watch it roll back down
what heppened to the
promised Happy Ending?
Man's ceaseless Game gets bloodier
and no one ever rests
bloody melee, east or west
damage ne'er in doubt
take your licks and lick your wounds
attackers on all sides
a mighty fortress can exist
where Reason holds at bay
all the force of Hell-ishness
– our true job just to Play
a New Game rises, as the crowd
resists the Devil's spawn
we'll stomp them dead and chop them up
and do a little dance
this Hell derives from bowing down
from letting Fear prevail
the antidote is standing up
to halt the reign of Hell
chop them up, and box them up
and pile the boxes high
then off to Play in meadowed sun
to share the fun – and die
© Gary Edward Nordell 2008, all rights reserved
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