I need help with a title and thought all of you would be the best people to ask. I wrote this poem this morning.

Heaven with your imaginary glow all the sinners pleading to go.

Lost in a delusion of the life hereafter where did that thunderbolt go.

Swimming in a sea of thought is heaven a better place than here in your reality?

Control you thought, preachers got your right where they want you.

Donate your life to the great paradox of fictional humanity.

Plead forgiveness pray hard and if you're lucky the saints will let you in.

Contradict with double talk follow this babble and nirvana will have you.

Dope is the demigod of paranoia pretend why don't you.

Fiction taken as fact, wouldn't life be so easy if magic solved all the mysteries.