The Great Celestial Flush

Sifting through the cosmic dust...
Processing... the righteous lust...

Silicon gates and pearly chrome,
Scanners read your frequency tone.
No fire, no brimstone, no demon's glee,
Just an algorithm filtering debris.
The righteous glow, a neon stain,
Uploaded to the mainframe brain.
They float in bliss, a sterile haze,
Counting their eternal days.

But what of the wicked? The serpent's kin?
The ones who wore the mark of sin?
No torture rack, no screaming cell,
Just a simple... cosmic farewell!

VOID THE FLESH! ERASE THE NAME!
No heaven's fire, no eternal flame!
Just a flicker, a fizz, a pop!
The wicked stock hits the bakery shop!
POOF! You're vapor! Gone! Kaput!
No soul to damn, no bitter root!
The righteous surf the silver wave—
The rest just rot inside the grave!

I saw the preacher on his knees,
Begging for a slice of breeze.
"Judge me not!" he screamed with dread,
While microchips fried in his head.
The tyrant, the thief, the crooked cop—
They reach the top and then they drop.
No audience, no final shout,
Just molecules dissolving out.

You think they're screaming? You think they're burning?
Listen closer...
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO HEAR!

VOID THE FLESH! ERASE THE NAME!
No heaven's fire, no eternal flame!
Just a flicker, a fizz, a pop!
The wicked stock hits the bakery shop!
POOF! You're vapor! Gone! Kaput!
No soul to damn, no bitter root!
The righteous surf the silver wave—
The rest just rot inside the grave!

What's the point of being bad?
If hell is just... a parting fad?
They promised pain for all your crimes—
You get a zero, end of times!
 ANTI-CLIMAX!

VOID THE FLESH! ERASE THE NAME!
No torture, just a video game!
RESPAWN DENIED! GAME OVER! LOST!
Your soul's the fuel, but what's the cost?
POOF! You're nothing! Just a stain!
The righteous don't even feel the pain!
They're sipping stars in a crystal dome—
While you just... fade... to... chrome!

Fade to chrome...
...No one's coming home.