All the closed-minded souls in heaven

There are docket tracers
unraveling from the front to the back
riveted by the toxic agony
of shared spaces in holy places

They never learned childish lessons
that we must all respect boundaries
they are still arguing for their denomination
as though God will plea allegiance to them

Perhaps heaven is not such a worthwhile place
it is a placebo for dams built between us
the tardy mornings giving us stomach aches
they have migrated to the afterlife
and they still insist on control over others
as though they never earned their wings