Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door~
But they won’t let me in. They toss me to the floor.
Because I’m a fool (a fool) a sinner and a lout,
And bad girls like me can only shout:
Why? Why? Why do you flee? God who made me oh so glee. I say hey, hoh, where’d ya go? But ya dun even know because you’re oh so dull.
You look at me, eyes of red, and you speak these words of agonizing dread:
Ah-rah, dee
Soo-guh-goo-gee-goo-gee
Goo-guh fli-goo gee-goo
Guh fli-goo, ga-goo buh-dee
Ooh, guh-goo-bee
Ooh-guh-guh-bee-guh-guh-bee
Fli-goo gee-goo
A-fliguh woo-wa mama—
I wonder if god is in the mall. Oop, sorry: God. Gotta capitalize that G or the big G up top will get angry at me.
Shopping malls are supposed to have everything you could ever want, but you can’t get everything you want. I only have so many stones, y’know? But if God really is in the mall, I hope he/she/or whatever God identifies as won’t be stingy. I mean… you’re the creator of everything right? It’d be kinda dumb if God was some mean ol’ stooge.
I hope God can bring papaw back. But how can you give a new body to someone whose old body is all melted? Eh, I’m sure God’ll figure that out. You can’t be the almighty creator if you don’t have a few tricks up your metaphorical sleeves.
But damn… malls sure don’t look like what I thought they’d be. Everything’s old. Decrepit. And falling apart. At least the walls aren’t red like my house, but I can’t really say some dirty, pasty grey and brown is any better. It’s boring.
Not really the wonderland I was expecting. All that’s here are shattered windows, broken dreams, and a big shuffling horde of pink people just wafflin’ about.
Pink is weird. It’s basically just a lighter shade of red, but unlike red, pink doesn’t really try super hard to infect you. I mean it does infect you, but, ehm, how do I say it… you still look a bit human at least? Well, as human as can be when you’re infected.
Red people and green people can be really angsty, but pink people are like cats: docile until you screw up in a way you have no idea why, but they’ll hold a grudge against you regardless and chase you down to the ends of the earth. I should know! I’m a cat all but physically.
Meow.
Anyways, I can kinda talk to pink people. I never could understand what the heck papaw was saying, though it was fun making it up in my head what he might’ve been, but pink people have this sorta… font to their walkie talkies. I can see it easier. Let’s ask one now for directions!
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Excuse me Mr. pink person. May I spare a moment of your time?
Hello child. But of course, how may I be of assistance?
Phew, nice. You’re a right proppa gentleman I must say.
Oh you flatter me~
Do you know where I can find God? I heard shopping malls have everything you could ever want, and I really really really want God right now so if you could point me in their omnipotent direction I’d really appreciate it.
God? Oh you poor child… God has long since abandoned us.
…What?
I see you are still human despite the red inside you. That is commendable, but it will only bring you suffering, my dear. Be like us and join the dream. Join the dream, and you may yet find the salvation you desire.
Nah. Sorry, but I don’t really feel like havin’ any pink. I may be a naive little lady, but I ain’t some no good scoundrel all cheatin’ and like, ya hear me!? Just point me where I need to be pardner, or else you’ll get a taste of my knuckle sandwich.
Hm, I suppose insanity is one method to sway the dream’s call. But it will not last forever. Eventually, you will succumb. Like me. Like them. Like everyone on this forsaken earth.
I’ll entertain this ruse. Walk down this hallway and take a right. Keep walking until you see a store with the sign ‘Eden’ on it. It will have the answers you seek, but know that it may not be the answers you want to hear.
Yeah yeah yeah, stop your yappin’ already Mr. pink person; I get it already. But I’ll show you! God hasn’t left us. God hasn’t left me. God’ll bring papaw back and give me a new body free of the red.
They have to. That’s what malls are for.
I pity you, child. May you be blessed with success in your journey.
I-I-I will! I will you stinky pink jerk! Hmph, go shuffle away already. No amount of fancy schmancy talk change that you’re pink. PINK! Such a silly color for a silly person. It suits you.
Bleh… may as well go find that shop. Hop hop hop and a skip skip skip. Twirl twirl twirl and a whirl whirl whirl.
Step by step, our soul marches on. Step by step, our foot saunters on.
Eden.
Huh. It’s… a TV store? What the heck; is God gonna pop up on the television?
There’s only static on them. Heck, I’m surprised they’re turned on at all. Electricity is hard to come by these days, mon ami. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in AGES because the power’s cut off and the thermostat is cut off and it’s so cold it’s always so cold.
Wait? There’s one TV still playing a thingy at the very back.
It’s a news report. There’s no one on it, but there’s something written on the whiteboard. It’s red. Dark red.
God isn’t real. God was never real.
So who can we call on to save us now?
No one.
We’re all alone.
Pfffsh, what a dum dum. If God isn’t real, then who the heck is that over there?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
There?
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Ah. God is black.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
I want to go home.