Intoxication

A fire surged within his insides and liver melted to a mere cube of solid nothing. Scarlet eyes and heart of black, decaying were the everything that the Lord had made him with. The liquor laughed its success and liver cried for mercy.

Lord, it is You who gave life to souls and from what I’ve learnt, You never willed them to perish in Your flaming fires of hell. It’s the averse abode for some souls, for souls with depreciating livers and burning gullets. It is hell for those souls with no prudence that sin is what they execute with every drop of intoxication. Lord, You didn’t will them to burn in the fires then, Lord, You must chide the Satan at his reprehensible doings. Give the Satan a few words of advise and ask him, Lord, to show a fraction of compassion to us helpless souls.

For me, Lord, hell as You describe it, is the one spot in Your creation that I wouldn’t want to see. Hell, You’ve portrayed such that my head would shatter into a million imaginary pieces and temples would pound and brain would knock of even having to think of hell’s offerings or should I call them 'non-offerings'?. I’ve heard and have come to learn that hell, Lord, You’ve made it more demon-like than You’ve made the famine and drought. Hell, as I know, You’ve furnished with nothing but raging inferno. You would set alight souls of Your creation. Why, Lord?

For we had sinned and blasphemed. Sinned by the gulp of pure ecstasy (and not a thing else). Sinned by the feeling of intoxication (a sense of elevation). Sinned by ignoring the fact that the Lord forbade us brandy because of the mere horrible consequences.

Lord, You have the power to reprimand the Satan. Then do so, Lord, for he is a grotesque being and the commander of sin. He pours the beverage, he makes the decisions and instils in the soul’s mind likeness towards sin. For, we know what sins are, we’re just driven into disapproval and denial of them.

You created hell for the fiends that are the cause of treacherous torture to souls. If You wanted You could have kept that devil from pulling innocent souls with it to hell! So, Lord, what is it like? What does hell really have in store for us souls? I can picture it as a fetid, black, over-sized oven thrown out in the middle of nowhere because it had become rusty. So what, Lord, tell us about heaven. Enlighten us with what pleasures and treasures lie there, surely many more than the agony of hell.

Like You have revealed, Lord, and how we all choose to believe, that only the pious get their place in heaven. So, what of those, Lord, who are pious but not completely? What is the rate of maximum godliness?