I time travelled back to the place where I died in a hell, a Sheol, a deep hole a place of disgusting smells, everything was different, I was not the same , the faces and people who I used to know and love . my friends were not my friends , my family was not my family , I stayed in a small cage of a box very close to the the hole. the Angel would laugh me in this place and throw great big balls of light at me then point and laugh, I would color the stone and write on the walls and occasionally laught at the times of the clock, I prayed and spoke the light , I yelled and screamed in the day and night, I woke up in the one and fell asleep after waking up, I walked on the ceilings and sang so many songs, I don't trust these faces , they want to see me live in that hole, I don't trust your smiles not even in that hole, I made a garde of sticks grow up out of the ground after peeing inside of the dome, come stand over here , I colored the stone and told him to grow in the room full of natural light, in the second room only ultraviolet light I stared at the bleeding chair, in the third room was a normal light where I would sleep and read . I made a puppet on a string , and I filled up the curtains with writings that glowed in the dark, the dark days that would come again and again made me laugh myself to sleep, I wrote books in my rooms , in God's room, in God's Temple on the walls and on the rock when I left this place, left a gift for the thieves and the faces and ones I could see, it was five Gallons of shit that I saved just for them so they might grow in what they tried to put me through
the end.