they say hell’s crowded,

but how could it be,

when all the demons are here?

but where did they come from?

did they rise from hell,

from ashes and agony,

or fall from heaven,

from isolation and indifference?

i don’t think it matters,

there is no heaven, there is no hell,

only eternal mortality, pounding on the gates

with broken hands and bloodied knees

and i’ve stood in an empty chapel in the dead of night,

stained glass dripping red light,

and screamed to whatever’s out there,

resurrecting divinity with vicious prayer

but it didn’t work, maybe because

i was never religious in the first place

i just wanted to know what it was like,

to have hope

in the end,

at least the demons are here

(the angels are nowhere to be seen)

satan’s standing proud over his earth

if there was a god,

they left us long ago

(tacenda- [n.] things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence)