The Place Where You Wouldn’t Want To Be, by Craney Subscribe to rss feed for Craney

So you claim that you have met Angel or maybe Jesus Christ
on the beach. You feel yourself of the age of 16 or 18 even
though yesterday evening you were quite old more than 60 or
70, doesn’t really matter. The man leads you among the
shore to the bright town. You feel highly excited and
couldn’t help smiling and occasional laughing. The sun is
bright over you, the sky is blue. The man is still with you
smiling toward you, saying really nice things to you. The
sound of his voice is echoing over the distances, the
feeling of lightness and sweet thrill embraces your seems so
physical body and mind. The colors of surrounding, the sea,
sand, rocks and trees are incedibly bright so vivid. You are
turning toward the town. You see the flowerbeds which
emanate with sweet warm smell that makes you a bit dizzy.
Silently you are passing by them holding the hands of the
other one whom is so precious to you. You forgot who you are
and where you are born. You don’t remember your closest
friends. You don’t even try to recall them. Now, you are
just entering the tunnel. The wide road lead into it along
which the car meant to travel, but there is no one. The
tunnel is long and while you are walking the man whom you
follow (and I mind you that he is much taller than you)
turns to you and tells you: “None of the Christians who
are not capable of daily dedication to me would be welcomed
here. You are one of the few”. The tunnel was over and
ahead the stony three and four floors buildings are coming
up. You can see majestic trees and bushes growing right
beside them. Soon, you and your conductor enter the road
running through the park which is full of trees located on
quite distances from each other. You can see emerald grass
and flowers. Then, you turn to the man and ask earnestly
“Oh my lord is it the Heaven?” “Now you know” came
the answer. You started laughing of joy. Deep down the park
you could see the big temple. The doors of it are wide open,
and here insight you and the other one go. You look closely
at you companion again. The beard on the gentle face,
“Yes, you are Jesus! Glory to you in Heavenly Realm!”
you uttered. “You knew that, so why do you question it?”
the man said and smile. 
So much I wish you to have guts to really question that and
not only the true identity of that man or woman whom you
might meet here. Whether this gorgeous place is really
heaven? And if it is, how come there are no other people,
just you and Him or Her?   Can’t you realize that all
those colors, thrill, and forgetfulness don’t serve you
any good? I must tell you that with the smile on your face
you are visiting something which you would never want to
know, something which is much more horrible which you have
ever experienced. My friend, you are visiting Hell, the most
horrible one. 
The building insight is full of fancy furniture of seats and
table located in the center. Right in front of it there as a
golden throne. The multiple large and small windows full of
colorful mosaic are all around.  You seat in the front seat
preserved for congregation while the other one sat at the
throne. He started talking to you lovely words about the
beauty of Heaven and importance of being disciple. You are
listening and drowsiness gradually occludes your mind. You
hear the birds chirping. 
Suddenly, threatening music from the distance makes you
intensively alert. You lifted your eyes and look around. The
man whom you called Jesus or Archangel is not here! You
started calling his name; the voice in mocking echo circles
around the galleries. You start walking along long lobbies
thinking that your Lord went here. Later on you go down the
basement and still you cannot find anyone. You keep on
calling but no one answers. During your journey around the
temple you are becoming more and more anxious.  The same
goes with your voice. Then you call again, and frightening
scream comes out from your mouth which greatly surprises
you. Then, dead silence. Suddenly, the feeling of panic
simply pierced your mind. Slowly, you started walking around
the temple. You walked up to the attic and couldn’t find
any single soul. Then, you went down, hoping to find your
lord near the exit thinking that he or she (in our case he)
just went outside for some walk. The slow walk turned to
fast one, then to run. Now, you are running across the park
and screaming in hope that the men would respond. You are
begging aloud but there is no answer. Soon, you realize that
you are ALONE. The frightening music starts again. The sun
burns your eyes; you feel unpleasant touch of rocky ground
beneath your feet. A minute later you realized that you are
absolutely naked. Then, you stumbled and fell down the
ground. So much you wish that what happened to you was just
a dream. Soon, you realize that you cannot sleep. Instead
you find yourself restless on the ground, tumbling and
screaming. You wish that you would stop screaming, but you
fear that that if you do that, the seizure would chock you.
The foam covers your head, your eyes are blazing. You sprawl
exhausted on the ground. The tears are coming from your
eyes. Somehow, you find the strength to stand up while your
entire body is shaking. You want to drink, but there is no
water around. You stand for a moment trying to gather your
mind to think what to do. After long time of thinking, you
decide to come back to temple and try to find the one who
brought you here. You walked again and find the same temple
which now you find more frightening, poison-looking than
beautiful. You enter insight the temple and couldn’t find
anyone. Then, you went into the backyard several chestnut
trees grew together. Still, there was no one. To your horror
you realize that the ground started moving, twisting and
changing its shape.  You can barely walk on it. Then, you
realize that you are losing balance and falling down. Now,
you can hear the horrible laughter behind you. You are
scared and trying to run, but you simply can’t. The man
whom you previously called Jesus is running toward you. You
understand it too well, that his intention is not to help
you, but to devour you. He delivers powerful kick into your
back, like you are lousy dog. Then, he started beating you,
hurling you on the ground, punching you and biting you. The
blood covers your eyes, so you cannot see anything. You feel
that this guy is really eating you. You are screaming, but
immediately chocking on your own blood. Having got enough of
you, the maniac left you lying on the ground. Then, he
chained your neck and started pushing while walking along
the street. The walk is long and exhausting, still your body
is slowly restoring, but you still feel the pain. The blood
is dropping from you. You are covered with reddish dirt. The
walk goes on almost for eternity; the guy is really
merciless with you. He swears at you and kicks you. You
passed several towns and went the dark hall, which was
located in the large building near the shore. He was about
to leave you lying on the floor. Suddenly the maniac changed
his mind. He jumped upon you and simply started raping you.
You are screaming like a girl, the maniac is laughing. After
that, he gave you punch which simply broke your jaw and left
the hall. You find yourself in the puddle of blood. Now, you
are realized that you are in hell. You start weeping cursing
that place which looked so much like heaven. Then, you tried
to run and find the way out of this God forsaken place.
Later on, you cried to God, but instead of him the maniac
responded. The gruesome punishment began all over again.
Finally, he left you alone. You start running to find the
way how to get out from the maniac. You cannot sleep and you
feel pain throughout your body and everlasting panic. 
Haven’t you called that devil “Jesus”, the place
“Heaven” and refused to be blind, and then you would
still have a chance to get out from this horrible place. But
now, it is too late. You have been given what you had asked
for.  It is TOO LATE! 
I want all of you, my dear friends and all those who don’t
know me, to be wise in your decisions in choosing the right
path for salvation. Be grateful to God and be happy on
earth. I wish that none of you including me would enter that
place which I have just described! God please help us to be
with you, and save us from Devil! With Jesus Christ I pray,
Amen. 
Posted: 2010-01-20 16:00:15 UTC

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2009-02-09 20:13:05 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~
Amen! well written poem, very visual!