My Commiseration with Atheists

I once had a night terror
I went to the Hotel California.
I saw my heaven petitions
And in that room I left
To find a curtain with a crowd
Of painted people---like in
A video game.
And they booed.
Above it was written,
"Brandon's Creativity."
I then was taken by a twisted ghoul into a prison
Down a cement corridor.

Today, I recall that dream
Listening to Fireworks
Conjuring that Isaiah 28
Is happening.

I then think about God,
That if He sent me
That dream, heaven will be
One apple tree,
Iron for wood, and Gold for Bronze
No heaven at all
But 1000 fruitless years
Spent on Earth, no Hephzibah
And that God hates art
And wants nobody to
Really think about what He's saying.

And if that god says, "Behold, you will know
"That I am God,"
I'll say, "Yes, and what a disappointment."

Luckily, that's not the real God of our universe.