your flawed heaven
I don’t want to go to your flawed heaven
The one that’s still full of draconian rules
The one where the bread is still unleavened
That dismisses those like me as fools
I don’t want to go to your paradise
The one that is clinically cynically clean
Where you still hand me your biased advice
Where I’d feel guilty to be seen
I don’t want to go to your Eden
Your gold paved streets are not for me
Your still restrictive half-baked freedom
Doesn’t thrill me for eternity
Leave me out of your plans for the next world
If they’re only going to replicate this
And the accusations that you often hurl
Remind me how much I won’t be missed
I don’t want your promised land
And the knowledge you stole from Eden’s tree
I can’t begin to understand
But I know that God’s heaven welcomes me
Photo: Carlisle Cathedral ceiling, Ana Gobledale