Just Passed Heaven

Down at the bottom where the darkness sleeps,
there's wayward souls and they're reaching for me.
Beneath the surface where the Devil reigns,
he's eying me up and he's fitting my chains.

Just passed heaven, I'll be drunk at the bar.
Tell Saint Peter I can't get in that car.
There's broken angels calling out for a tune,
Cause lord knows heaven don't got the blues.

Christ don't judge me, hell, he just understands,
he splits old wounds and I drink the blood from his hands.
Compare the broken hearts that we wear on our sleeve,
He says he'll heal me if I'll only believe.

But the devil wants me on the road that he paved,
makes a living on the souls can't be saved.
Wine is fine, and even better when free,
But Satan's a whiskey man, just like me.

Reviews

[LJW]

Dude. I'm seeing a pattern. Whiskey.

Oh, and you have writing ability.

The whole God/Satan thing. It's what it feels like. Like, if God is real and he wanted to help a brother, yeah, nah, he ain't real cuz LOOK AT ME. But Satan, yeah, he's the fallen one. Not evil. Just highly misunderstood and cranky. A whiskey aficionado much like myself. He's stronger than God if God does exist and he's tiny. Lives right in my bottle. Personalized my brew. God's too big. So he's not for you.

The devil is you. God is you. It's all you.

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

This piece is lyrical. It reminded me of Johnny Cash as I was reading it. A powerful write.

[Emma Grace Tennyson]

This is great! You had me from the first line. :)