A Pagan dies and to his great surprise he finds himself standing before some pearly gates.
Pagan: "Where am I."
St. Peter: "You're at the gates of Heaven"
Pagan: "But I dont believe in Heaven"
St. Peter: "You're one of those arent you?"
Pagan: "Yes. I believe I'm in the wrong place Im supposed to be in Summerland."
St. Peter: "Sorry, We took overSummerland, and its temporarily closed for remodeling."
Pagan: "What should i do now?"
Peter: "Well since we dont allow Pagans in Heaven, you'll have to go to Hell. Sorry. Just follow that path than leads down and to the left."
The Pagan walks down to Hell where the gates are standing wide open. He walks in and finds beautiful meadows, happy animals, and clear streams of water.
He walks on in and begins exploring, and after a few minutes a courtly gentleman walks up to him and bows politely.
"Hello, Im Satan. You must be the guy St. Peter called me about. Are you a Pagan?"
Pagan: "Yes I am. What's going to happen now?"
Satan: "Well the fishings good if you enjoy that sort of thing. There's a little refreshments stand just down the road. And I believe the Pagan meeting grounds are right over the next hill."
Suddenly a hold opens up in the sky above and a yawning chasm opens directly underneath it. The stench of sulfer fills the are. Hundreds of screaming, tortured sould drop down into the flaming pit which immediately closes with a thud.
The Pagan hardly believing what he just saw askes Satan: "And what was THAT?!?!"
Satan rolls his eyes: "Oh just ignor them. They're Christians, they wouldnt have it any other way."
A poem by me lol:
Cupid I Hate You
God of Love
Yeah nice cover
God of Pain more like
And for the job
There’s no one better
You’re an odd little man
A sick little freak
Who gets joy from the trouble
He causes on Earth
You’ve got a twisted sense of humor
If you like what you do
Going around making people believe
Feelings that were never real
How do you live with yourself
Knowing innocent hearts
Will die in Love’s name
Do you even know what that is
Just what makes you think
You can help people with Love
Why don’t you
Just take your flowers
Choke on your chocolates
And save us all the mess
I hope you sit on your arrows
Then chased by an angry mob
And after all that
You can drop dead out of the sky
I really wouldn’t mind
You just remember this
Next time you try to brighten
Because if I hear about it
Your ass is mine
And you wont like it when I’m done
Okay you can go
I’m done yelling for now
Just one thing
Cupid…I hate you
yeh that damn half naked, flyin cherub beat me up and now im head over heels
anywho, Im a pretty easy person to get along with, just talk to me.