On a train away we sailed,
slowly but at the speed of light,
we jumped into the cage called freedom.
oblivious but fully aware,
we jumped off of the cliff
and landed in a field of feathers.
soft and warm were the feathers
that were plucked off of the once flying birds.
and then came a hand,
and a voice
“come with me to The Good Place,” it said
so we took its hand and followed through the land on fire.
demons greeted us with open arms,
and we drank a sweet, red liquid.
“This doesn’t look like Heaven,” we said
A man with red horns smiled and replied
“oh trust me child, this is heaven for people like us.”