Too smol brain for too big thoughts

for my hands are shaky,

but my head is clear.

And I Dread,

What is it, that I fear?

They shake as if committed treason.

"Screw you into the deepest part of hell and back to heaven!"

The darkness seemed endless, stretching far and deep, bounding near restless.

Still they shone, the treasures up there, drowning in despair and so very lonely.

A glow so soft no one could ever dare touch it in fear of breaking the light.

And in a sea so big we only see a net folded so tightly that the knots seem to be kissing and yet they're not able to even spend some warmth with each other.

Ever burning and falling, falling deep and never ending, never stopping or slowing. falling apart and down-

down-

Hell decided to use a new way to get the upper-hand in the never ending war, so they build a fake church in a little traditional village. Duo to the negativ energy surrounding the church prayers aren't taken up to God by angles, the demons slowly manipulate the villagers into praying to the king of hell, unbeknownst to them.

Now after heaven noticed that, they try to get the people unto the 'right' path, thus building a second church, the villagers now have to decide; Hells' Church or heavens' Church?