I died on Earth only to be reborn in another space ball.
It blew and spun around far away like a bubble in another galaxy somewhere in the 8th dimension.
Thinking that I’d escaped a third world ghetto, I found out that they had Bibles too, but their characters were different.
Realizing that death was only a pathway into another life, I found out that I was their savior. I was their prophet. I was their prophecy.
What a universe, it all made sense, at least to them, but sadly, I was still a lonely leader in a room waiting to be assassinated by someone who obviously didn’t believe.
If he or she gets to me, I wonder where I’ll end up next.
The guy before me tried to carry out a genocide and if I die in this world the bubble will probably explode.
Space balls, Bubbles & Bibles.
No comments:
Post a Comment