shaken and stirred

on a hook
with no sign
of release-
waiting for
                  the
      inevitable
to shower down
from above and
drench the soul
     in blood
while the meat
  grinder
    churns
its wicked teeth
so far below,
awaiting the body
                            to
                                fall-
the fear persists
and the challenges
tear the skin
in two-
all the writhing parts
           lapped up
      by fate
aNd  spit  oUt
       again
because the taste
             is rancid
and the meat is full of bones

they say we die in SIN
and BURN in HELL,
but it isn't true.
we live HELL
every day and never
                 SIN
enough to truly deserve it