My Faustian PrisonSubmitted by Ducky at 2006-04-17 06:29:18 EDT
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Overworked? Under-appreciated? Want the respect that you’ve worked so hard for and by all rights deserve? The price is small, and there won’t be any payments due for some time. Worry about that later…is it just me or is it warm in here…would you like something to drink?
He is an excellent salesman, if you don’t read the fine print.
And so you strike a deal.
‘Well, that completes the transaction- it was a real pleasure doing business with you. Give the best to the wife and kids. Oh, my bad…did I mention that there are no returns on this offer?’
…but he seemed like such a nice man…
…it seemed like a good idea at the time…
…if only I’d known then what I know now…
A pity that is. The realization of wrong decisions always tend to sidle up to the forefront sometime after the fact.
Hell, a place where God’s presence cannot be felt. A place where His gaze is never upon you. A place where you sit, and where He no longer cares what you have to say. Forgiving my ass…but surely you can’t be there just yet.
Maybe if you waited atop Mt. Sinai….waited to see if you could plead your case. But you don’t. Even here, in this place, you would waste your breath making desperate pleas to a cold shoulder and a turned back. There is nothing for you there. You know that already though don’t you? You know lots of things now, you lucky thing, with your benefit of hindsight.
Surely the descriptions aren’t wholly accurate. How bad could it really be? Sure, Milton described it as a fiery lake, burning eternally and shedding no light…abject darkness. A very apt description Johnny boy, considering that you were blind. And crazy too, but we all seemed to let that bit slide didn’t we, because you sure could tell a good story.
Fuck the meek.
The tree of knowledge may look appealing, boughs weighing heavily, laden with what we may gaze upon but must never ever touch. Tempting, yes? But you’ll see if you look closer that it grows close to a cemetery reserved for damned men. Even the water sustaining it will give you cancer.
…surely that doesn’t mean anything…and I sure am hungry.
The stitches are coming loose…the hemming is faulty and the surging is fucked, and inside you come undone. There is nothing left but garbage wrapped and nicely tied.