Heaven Like A Twinkie

No one likes a shitstorm

Heaven is like a Twinkie in the bottom of your lunch sack. Something you might look forward to, tastes good going down, but in the end is a bunch of crap.

If there is a pleasant home to go to, then I guess not much matters. With cruelties, suffer them and let them go.

But if the powerful and cruel are all there is, then there are many creatures who get nothing but a shitstorm of degradation and abuse at the will of others for the entirety of their life and then it ends.

So, just in case, pull people out of the shitstorm when you can. It might be all they have.