Recycler

More than a decade worth of garbage in your head but the best part is you can upcycle it into art. You can also mend the broken pieces of you, like kintsugi, turning your scars into gold. You get to an age where you realise that the world is not going to get better. It is already better for those whom it is. Heaven and hell exist in the same world. The problem is that those who don't deserve to be in hell are thrown into it, and so you choose hell in solidarity with the innocents. You build your shack in hell, and tie your hammock and make yourself a Pina Colada, as it is hot in here. The world is not going to change, it was, it is, and it will, remain the same. Heaven is great isn't it? It's all about what you feel ultimately, and you don't want to feel the artificiality of heaven. The issue is that you got prevented from feeling even the natural breeze on your skin. Sins don't take you to hell, whims of those who live in heaven and those who design hell for others do. It doesn't matter anyway as you have already attended the funeral of God. He still lives though, even an idiot knows that God doesn't die. You sit outside your shack in hell and upcycle garbage to make art, and you also mend the broken pieces of you turning it into gold. Hell can be a quite enthralling place when you carry your heaven inside you. Your own portable heaven. You look up and see castles in the air. They are great, but what they lack is foundation, or is it? There is foundation, and that foundation is corpses of people. God had left these heavens quite a while back and now all that remains is an artificial high that feels good but the hollowness it brings can only be fulfilled by leeching on the pain and suffering of the innocents. Pleasure will never be an alternative to bliss, a constant fake high will never match the beauty of the sensation of cool breeze on one's skin. The garbage would be recycled, the broken pieces of you would be mended and turned into gold and then you'd rest on your hammock looking up at the heavens and see them sipping their Bloody Marys made with the blood of innocents.