#writerslegion

I saw God on the train. But pretended I didn't. So, I've sat far away from the seat he was sitting in. And then he goes up I think probably to piss. And he noticed me there and said:

“Ohh, what's this?” “What are you saying? you're hiding from me?”

I said “Ahh mate, Nah… I’m just in my comfier seat.”

And he looked at me like I was a kid covered in chocolate, surrounded by wrappers, saying: “Don't know what happened! and he goes:

“Come on then, mate. I've got a few minutes. Tell me what's wrong. But don’t fuck around with it.”

And it shocked me then, that it fit in one sentence. I said:

“I just think Heaven's a stupid incentive. Like what a shit life for a beautiful death? And those who are evil can suddenly repent? Like a killer or nonce can live like a monster. Then right at the end say: “I'm sorry, dear God Sir,” and end up in Heaven right there with my Nana. She's doing some knitting; he’s waving a hammer. It's like, Jesus, God, what a horrible deal.”

“Yes, it’s fucked. And I know how you feel.”

And I'm like: “…mate, you're the one spinning the wheel.”

And he goes:

“Listen…, I’ll tell you a secret. All that stuff, mate. I didn't speak it. Like the old joke says about liars and men; If God wrote the book, why are you holding the pen? Nah, the rules I wrote, I wrote on your heart.

The truth I spoke you've known from the start; Be kind. Don't harm. It isn't that hard. Heaven's just life, if you're doing your part. You want white clouds and endless skies?

Err, yeah, look around. You don't have to die. And I know it probably brings you some pain to think of the dead as just dust in a grave. But humans can't comprehend it when I say:” Life is the cloud and Death is the rain.”

And I got to my stop and felt kind of mad, I'm not sure he answered the questions I had.

Then I looked up and saw the sun rising.