The bible.. that book with all the killing, sacrifices, incest and damnation. The one that pretty much deems me worthy of every circle in hell. It paints this picture of a scary, rogue angel that went all power hungry on the big man and his heavenly domain and is now sulking in a vengeful fit of evil wrath etc etc. What if the devil's the good guy that never got his book? never had his say or told his story? Now, i'm by no means preaching Satanic praise - i don't know the guy. But if the skies split open one day and the whole mass of atheists unite in one holy cry of "FUCK"as we realise we were wrong and the bloody christians were right, there's a small chance that our downward spiral into hell could be a little like Alice down the rabbit hole. Hell could be anything, as could heaven. The devil's what you make him and I've slowly come to realise that so is the afterlife. Maybe throughout our lives we accumulate a sense of right and wrong, whether handed down by our parents or stumbled upon by ourselves and with this we choose what to believe. What to hate and what to live for. We learn things and make choices and with these choices we slowly decide what death brings- something completely customized to who we are:
for the christian, it's heaven- shining light and eternal praise
for the conscious sinners, it's hell- fire.fire.fire. quick chats with Hitler and Madonna
for the Agnostics, its peace- black and endless
for the trippers, it's riding a majestic and rainbow-coloured unicorn into some psychedelic forest filled with sex and rock n roll
for me, it's whatever my mind chooses to believe. I do not know yet. Maybe I'm right, maybe the human mind is more than chemicals and justified activity- it embodies a spirit, something infinite. something so powerful that death can trigger what we've been living our whole lives deciding; what comes next.
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