Turn, Turn, Turn

There is a season for everything.
And everything has its season.

A time for joy
A time for tears
A time for laughter
A time for peace
A time for frustration
A time for quiet
A time for heaven
A time for hell

Hell happens to be the season I am in today.

It's hot here.
The flames are always at my feet.
And I feel them.
I try to keep a safe distance
But somehow
I can't.

They stalk me
Sneaking upon me
When I least expect it

They burn my flesh
And scorch my soul

Like today, for instance.

I arrived at the plant early.
Punched in.
And began to sip my morning coffee.
To my surprise
I received communication
From above.
What began as a soft whisper
Turned luminous and loud.

Turn
Turn
Turn

I tackled the communication head on
which only stoked the fire.

I wiped beads of sweat from my brow.
"But I just want to have fun!" I bellowed.
"There's no fun to be had!" Satan shouted.

Pitchfork in hand, he shamed me into submission.

So much for getting out of hell.

I tried to get on the Stairway to Heaven
but the damn flames followed.

How do they know?

I guess it's because I'm so hot.

By Me and Pro