The Divine and the Damned just can't be bothered...

And I walked into a crowded room
filled with angels and demons with lost blood
crying out loud, floating in mid air with

clouds covering all the walls
with transparent stools forfeiting
all corners where space never was.

So I had a short conversation with
the devil as I had a few drinks in fly cover
with the stench of rotting insects I looked
down from a window sill on the brink of hell.
There was a smell of spice. It was kind of nice.

There were dark sounds and a cloud clown
with horns and the found sound of tormenting bells.
I was only saved by the memory of a distant lover.

God was there too. He was avant-garde and on guard.
He whispered in my ear and laughed hard, gave the Devil
a wink, whimpered and then smiled.

They arranged themselves around a large meditating table.
Green felt fell from the heavens. Plastic figures were assorted
and placed by elves onto the floating steam like table escaping
as God and Devil faced each other at opposite ends. A bigger
than odd audience assembled as the gaming commenced to continue
'til late, endlessly late.

All duties left aside
they played Subuteo
as a seed shouted loud
to be fertilised and sew the earths shroud
as morality anticipated the end result:

For without the will to be good
or the will to be bad there would be no
earth or mood.

This was all they could do
as they both played not bothered,
joyfully playing forever
so man and woman down below could make their own mind up.
This is how it is unless you're into Subuteo!