hell is a city

hear me out, I promise death is still worth it
it’s just a little different than I imagined
they told me I’d see the pearly gates when I died
but all I see are golden arches,
neon against the dark background of the
dark city streets
they told me I’d be walking on streets of gold
but all I feel are cracked concrete faults underneath my feet
I was told there was no pain, no hunger
but I gave away all my daily bread and was left with nothing but empty hands

the subway shakes the underground, the place below
the unwanted
I was promised if I believed enough,
I wouldn’t be here
but I’m soothed to sleep by the sounds of rattling tracks
because even though my hands are in contrition,

all they ever see is me on my knees


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