Blasphemous

Each day a new struggle.
Every utter another dying ember.
The souls windows opaque tainted.
Tear painted.
Questions vulturing and starving for answers.
Yet I have none except more questions.

The line between prayers why's and crys.
I can no longer find or define.
No more!!!
I beg you.
Please?
No more!
Have mercy...
Shrieks my vocal chords.
The words,
Falling off my lips.
Standing on bended knees.
Head hung.
Hands flung up!
To the heavens.

Fuck!
Where's my gun!
With this shit I am done!!
Hollow heads? Yes.
Check.
Wrote a caption on its side...
"This is where the chapter ends"
Check.
Hammer pulled back?
Check.
Raising the barrel...
I pray again to the heavens...
"Under God,
Now I elope, forever"

Six shots rip from magnum shells.
Gabriel the arch angel.
is that your face?
I ask

My face twisted with a Sick smile...
Seeing what I saw in my sight...
One in the head...
Five in the chest...

Lowering my snipers aim from the skies.
My eyes  disecting Gabriel like a scientist.
He lay there draped in drapes of blood.
Sprawled on the floor dying.
Eyes bewildered with surprise.

Paralyzed and locked in shock.
One hand grabbing his chest.
Grappling for breath.
Begging for help.
But there was non forth coming man...

I pulled my face.
Grunting hard till phlem flung itself from my lungs.
Gathering it all together in my mouth.
I cocked my head back...
And, spat at his face in disgust.
Fuck you! I shouted.

I headed back to the closet...
I grabbed more ammo for my arms.
Reloaded.
Grabbed another round of ammo.
Stashed it.

Then Turned back.
Its over! was the words I told the dead angel.

Flipping the corpse of Gabriel over my knee.
I put my hands at the roots of his wings.
Ripped them off him.
Off his dead body.
Stitched them onto my own back in the mirror.
Placed his halo atop my head.
Checked the ammo again.
Pistol through the belt.
Flapping my blood drenched wings I lept.
And took flight into the oblivion of the skies...

Levetating at heavens gates.
I ripped of the locks and chains.
An angel came to restrain.
It was saint peter...
I shot him once in the ribs.
Unhooked heavens keys.
And fleetingly flee'ed.

Arriving at the lords castle.
Knocking on the door.
Six winged men let me walk in.
Arriving at the throne I bent my knee.
Bowed down at the man before me.
The fathers voice boomed.
"I've been expecting you"

I said Lord...
I replied In response...

"Forgive me father but I could take no more...
I speak without speaking...
I seek but never reach
I'm alive but dead on the inside
I had to try
To reach to reach the promised land
Where no strife resides"

I said.

"Here I can ease my mind
And stay by thy side"

He said-

"Son the excuse is of no use
The wages of sin is death"
"Guards"!! he shouted
"Fling him into the pit
Where the smell of brimstone and gnashing of teeth
Will be his destiny
For all eternity"

The six guards leaped
Shackles in hand
But I something inside me clicked
I spun around and shot one. Sick.
Pulling the trigger, one for each
Until at the sixth
When instead of a shot I only got a click
Fuck
Saint peter!
I recalled one bullet lost.

All before the lord.

The last angel snapped on the shackles
Flung me down to the ground
With a force as strong as gravity, but beyond
As I smashed into the earth I slipped into it

Satan pulled me the rest of the way in
Embodied me in the belly of the beast for my sins.
Warm smile greetings while Locking the cell.
He winks and salutes my efforts.

This is my fate
I sigh
But at least I tried

Then I smile
The sick kind for the second time
See I just realized

I still got my 4/4
And six bullets stashed in my drawers
Now my redemtion I plan to plot

I have officially become
a fucking problem!