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I died when I pulled the trigger. Of course I did. I went to Heaven.
But the thing is, Heaven isn't everything it's cracked up to be.
The angels are white on white. They stared at me. My bruises and scars. The hole in my face from where the bullet tore through. They're Old Testament angels, too. Fire and brimstone.
There were too many men with black eyes and swollen faces. They say they're still working. They call me Tyler. They say they miss me, Sir. I am Jack’s Churning Stomach. I am Jack's Cold Sweat.
And anyway, you can’t tell God anything. He just wouldn’t listen.
So, the thing is, when they said be a Warden, help people. Get away.
Yeah, I said, Well, sure. I got nothing better to do.
We all deserve a second chance. Because we’re all beautiful and unique snowflakes. Right?
But the thing is, Heaven isn't everything it's cracked up to be.
The angels are white on white. They stared at me. My bruises and scars. The hole in my face from where the bullet tore through. They're Old Testament angels, too. Fire and brimstone.
There were too many men with black eyes and swollen faces. They say they're still working. They call me Tyler. They say they miss me, Sir. I am Jack’s Churning Stomach. I am Jack's Cold Sweat.
And anyway, you can’t tell God anything. He just wouldn’t listen.
So, the thing is, when they said be a Warden, help people. Get away.
Yeah, I said, Well, sure. I got nothing better to do.
We all deserve a second chance. Because we’re all beautiful and unique snowflakes. Right?
