With a flash of great white light (almost heavenly) and a deafening boom
The humans became ash peppered into the flume.
Water water become stagnant where you sit
We are like snowflakes: all alike yet different in our own ways.
If heaven exists we will reform in our faulted bodies.
Clouds, clouds, sprinkle more down,
The flume is filling,
As is the ground.
The trees,
Beautiful, and bare
Resemble the faces we used to wear.
Death, death, remain a man,
Dressed in black,
Devoted to your plan.
But, what we ask is for a favor:
Spare yourself this obligated labor,
Let us remain in this channel.
Glass jar, glass jar, hold your head on tight,
The man in black wants to scoop us up,
And dump us into a place darker than night.
Please, please, you don't understand.
It's a torturous place,
A fire land.
We plead, we plead, man in black,
We were good people,
Please put us back.
Torture, torture, what's the story,
Is this forever,
Or is this purgatory?
