Would Hieronymus Bosch have imagined, back in 1490, what heaven and hell would have become
Humans spreading like a fatal pandemic from all parts of his famous triptych to flood the Earth in ever newer twisted virtual delights
Flying above Sao Paulo is a surrealist voyage by itself, the stunning image of a post-apocalyptic battlefield where good and evil have been blended beyond recognition, like an angel and demon terrine
Sauron’s towers rise everywhere, Hell is in command and the delights are now some Sacher-Masoch contrived dream
Entire populations whip themselves into subservience to media idols and sacrifice their own children to the digital contraptions and artificial intelligence
Nobody ever looks up at the sky for redemption, all eyes are glued to the evil flickering blue screens, the instant holy book, the soul-snatcher
If you like me, would you follow me all the way to Hell?