Directions for Heaven

Heaven lies behind us

Hell waits in the potential ahead

Living a purgatory life

Our shot at heaven

in the balance

The whole weight of the earth

Hanging

By a 50/50 thread

Slowly creeping

towards our ends

Turns out the demons and darkness

Not as metaphorical as they first appeared

Emptiness dressed up as people

Walking mockeries in bodies commandeered

Massive energies of spirits

Trapped in systematic schemes

Minuscule bits of emptiness

Spreading faster than disease

Walking away feels too simple

Naked and revealed

but it is the complication

that so easily

Keeps our souls concealed

An emptiness so foreign,

Unwelcome guest fell to earth

Disguised themselves inside us

We hear it whispering from birth

Slowly feeding on the energy

that each of our souls preserve

Our existence started in heaven

It's not a place we might go

It's an old existence

That our souls already know

A shared memory

amongst all true souls

This purgatory only exists

as a manipulative mental hold

If we want to get to heaven

Simply turn around

It's laying in pieces

Waiting for us,

the Caretaker's hands

We created a need for balance

We were never meant to have control

The world functioned perfectly

Before our self-appointed roles

Heaven must be rebuilt

Or we'll sit by and watch it burn

We will only have our heaven

When we intentionally bring its return.