The Voices Blend

We spoke of voices reaching out

Purgatory visitors wished to keep our attention

The one billion, nine hundred and twenty six thousand

Only now we spoke to seventy

Nothing heavenly

They screamed and shoved

“Straight”

“Jesusine get away!”

“Get out!”

They cried it all out

The voices of the confused and jealous

Angry and saddened

You spoke about us needing to escape

Move away

Heaven is closer than appears

Although Hell is four light years away

These voices seek to stay