After life no paradise nor other place. Instead, this; a dark procession pacing Earth’s circumference, pet rats, rodents all, rotating a wheel, each trudging step spinning a world closer towards death.
A sea of sons and daughters fathered by the cruellest God, our ghostly ocean toils, bringing each dawn, mocked by the warmth of his love radiating from the burning star that is his pulsing heartbeat.
Tricked, we lean in, our walk becoming a run. For no fire burns forever.
Ten billion years to go.
So many souls still to come.