Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Tata Rotta
#17 of Fluffybutt Prose Poems
This one doesn't make much sense. It's the 2nd draft of the previous one. He wanted something "happier," and I have yet to get back to him on it. Like... what would holy water be doing in Hell? And how would you find out what it would do to you? Dunno.
How do you fight a war when you're already dead? By sending your enemies' souls back to their rotting, crippled corpses back on Earth. Already, the firey underworld isn't tortuous enough, and a nation of especially vile souls are aiming to make it their own paradise. In Hell, you see, however bound to physical law its inhabitants are, cannot die but can ascend back to the physical realm by drenching them in holy water, and that is a fact the remorseless souls are exploiting. Tata Rotta, a kangaroo who was hit by a train, does not choose sides, as both fight for the cause of depopulating Hell. However, while before she chose her targets indescriminantly, she now takes care to avoid those she knew in life.