The Day Pt. 2

The office boasts a legion of receptions. KarmaK’s is on the last. The entrance had two queues of humans, no, their souls, one, waiting to collect their passports to Heaven. The other, whose fate is at the discretion of KarmaK. His office tallies their accounts and conducts trials. If held guilty, they are ferried across the GB River by the Hellions to the Gates of Hell. I take the central glass elevator, only reserved for KarmaK’s summons. A few floors exhibit parliamentary. The yays and nays resounding in the spiritless hallways.

Ahead of schedule, plenty to muddle in my guilt.