Bit Part Poem by Aram Stefanian

An angel approached me eyeball to eyeball and said,
''I will show you the New City devoid of blood and sin,
But first we have to take a flight over the land of the dead.
Don't mess with them ghosts and keep your nose clean.''
As we flew across an island, I saw people crowded around a tower.
They made vain efforts to climb to the top and fell down.
''They don't know that they have died, and lack power.
Having a phantom aquaphobia, they're scared to drown, ''
Said the angel, ''They wanna reach to God, but it is too late.
Doomed to eternal torture, they wait for judgment day.''
I was sorry for those souls that had to meet their fate
And asked if they could be saved, but heard, ''No way! ''
We flew farther, and the New City lights came into sight.
I felt blessed, though in a bit part deep inside dwelled a night.