Blue Privilege
Hell won't be so bad,
if the clouds are made of papyrus
and the devil has ink wells for eyes.
If I could grab hold of his tail and snip.
Forge it into a golden quill called grand forgiveness-
No, hell won't be so bad.
Hell won't be so bad if I'm given a bit of free time.
To go for a row upon that blistered river Styx...
To blacksmith a rhyme, make a U-turn in time.
To a crossroad with four signs that all point to...what if.
Hell won't be so bad.
If permitted to paint watercolor themes,
of starlings, galaxies, or dreams within a dream.
It would be a privilege to wash that fiery lake,
with a million hues of blue ecstasy.
To scribe about God or the color green
and daubs of sweetened peace.
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