Our Heaven is Here, Our Hell is Here

What if heaven and hell aren’t places you go after death, but consequences you create with every action?

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For those who look up to the skies with searching eyes,

look all around us, our heaven is here, our hell is here

They are all liars, the holy ones with their beseeching cries,

they do not seek your salvation; they simply do not care

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When you smile with joy, seeing a lovely piece of art,

the beautiful flowers of heaven, you can indeed smell

When jealousy scars your soul and burns your pure heart,

you can feel the searing heat of the flames of your hell

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When you taste your lover’s kiss and her warm embrace,

the cool breeze of heaven surrounds your whole being

When betrayal murders your ego and brings you disgrace,

the fires of hell consume you without you ever seeing

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When you choose to be kind without any expectation,

the rain clouds from heaven drench you with humility

When you are selfish and within reach of damnation,

the serpent of guilt suffocates you with sheer hostility

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When you hold a tired hand much in need of your help,

your heart becomes heaven, filled with His affection

When you hit a dog without any care for his yelp,

the poisonous scorpion of Karma makes its own selection

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There may come an end, there may be a judgment day,

you may be judged by Him; He may be kind or merciful

But when you make a choice, you always have to pay,

you may create an ugly hell or a heaven so beautiful

Song of Lilith

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Before Eve, before obedience, there was Lilith—and she asked why.

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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,

was it really you?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the very first drops of dew?

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You were created out of wet earth,

the very first man’s very first mate

You were his equal, you were his partner;

a companion to him, his destiny, his fate

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It was you who took his side,

and it was you who reasoned

It was you who protested the submission,

the Devil’s shrewdness was so seasoned

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But then you were made a demon,

a vile and dark entity

But then you were made the fiend,

and you lost your real identity

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Were you really corrupt at some level?

Or did you have a rotten soul?

Is it because you are the logic,

which defies all faith and Adam’ role?

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Is this because you realized the concept,

or is this because you disobeyed God?

Or is it because you understood Him,

seeing religion as the original fraud?

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O’ Lilith, I think it was really you,

our only mother and the equal

You could be our grand salvation,

perhaps, the only chance we knew

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You gave birth to reason;

you did not birth us, perhaps

And you gave birth to justice,

reason and justice, victims of our lapse

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We have inherited your wisdom,

though we do not carry your genes

Let it lead to understanding the purpose,

let it become the fundamental means

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O’ Lilith, our one mother, and the equal,

was it really you?

Upon the flowers of Eden,

the very first drops of dew?

A Lullaby for the Bullied (previously, the Mockers and the Mocked)

A poem for every gentle soul learning to stand against cruelty.

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Don’t you cry, little girl,

please don’t cry, you pretty doll

The world is so cruel,

and you have to bear it all

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People are harsh and unkind,

and their hearts do not feel

People are cold as fuck,

and want us all to kneel

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You are testing your wings;

you are a little bird in the nest

You are safe in your trust’s warmth,

and doing your very best

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Looking down, you can see,

and looking down, you can hear

People and their clownish smiles,

even those you choose to hold dear

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But what you cannot see,

and what you must not hear

Are the hardened hearts of stone,

and acidic insults that sear

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But people are really broken,

and have hearts blinded by hatred

People are actually merciless,

to them, their words are so sacred

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You are a marvelous butterfly,

but a butterfly, still in its cocoon

You are fluttering delicate wings,

and trying to break out too soon

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Outside, it feels so lonely,

and the night is so damn dark

The grey wolves keep on howling,

and the wild dogs frequently bark

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You must be strong, my little friend,

and you must not pay any heed

You must not lose spirit, my dear,

it is only a strong heart that you need

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The river flows and heals everything,

as the wave of time passes

And one day you will come to know,

how stupid were the masses

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Pray, hold your head high and proud,

and shrug away the dark worries

It will always be a new day tomorrow,

as life always beckons and hurries

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And you there, you hideous monsters,

the cruel bullies and the harsh mockers!

And you there, your repulsive ghouls,

hiding in the darkness, you cowardly stalkers

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‘We are weak,’ as you choose to allege?

Yes, true, but united we will always stand

‘We are meek,’ as you choose to point out?

Yes, true, but our resolve will always be grand

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Go on and mock us more if you dare,

we will survive, and we will fight

Go on and bully us more if you care,

we will sustain as stronger grows our might