In this version of the afterlife, you do not meet God.
God's mouth is where everything goes to shrivel and die
Shrouded in faith and devotion as his teeth close in around you,
caging you in, sharp and slippery.
Tongue, soft and wet, wrapping you up and holding you close.
His throat leading down, with nowhere else to go,
do you trust him enough to let him consume you?
The way so many others think they consume him?
Was Saturn eating his son just a warning for what was to come?
He's forcing you down with hundreds of others,
nothing special about any of them.
You fall down,
Clinging onto his insides but he's experienced this hundreds of times before.
There are scratches and scars older than the separation of Pangea.
You're in his stomach and it's full of people just like you, scared and confused
slowly getting eaten away by the stomach acid.
God's no different and Adam was shaped in his image after all.
Like father like son.
God eats at you until there's nothing left.