What Hell May Come Poem by Steven Holmes

Is there a man who slumbers among the stars?
Does he weep for a world we so boldly call ours?
Does it gnaw at his gut, what we've done to ourselves?
Losing our way for trinkets on shelves.

Killing and maiming for what belongs to us all,
Feeling helpless watching our self-destructive fall,
Hearing screams of pain far and wide,
Is he malevolent? Have even the righteous been cast aside?

Must all become gorged on pain to enter his palace?
Have we become drunk on futile dreams from a deceitful challis?
Believers fearing the finality of death,
Atheists begging for redemption in their final breath.

Enlightenment coming in our ultimate demise,
Only when death, rips the light from our panicking eyes...