High above the chimney of the crematorium smoke of a radioactive variety smoldered. Then there was an ejection of ashes let loose from inside that nearly caused the crematorium to explode. These were ashes of people that were tread on by radioactive particles. This was the crematorium of radioactive souls. I watched from across the river and the billowing sparkling smoke nearly overtook my vision. It was in that building that legal spiritual murder was being committed. You could debate burial over cremation as there are those that believe that cremation not only burns the body but also burns the soul. I breathed in the radioactive air which contaminated my lungs. This air also had a sickly sweet smell to it, one of burning flesh. I wondered what the souls about to be cremated thought as they were to enter the cremation fires. It was like watching special effects of a stage performance shrouded in mystery as the smoke clouds appeared in odd shapes and took on appearances of faces of the cremated souls only to dissolve back into random cloud formations. Then another pressure built up and a loud bang was heard as more radioactive souls burst into the sky. Inside the crematorium there was a body of a radioactive man awaiting the brick fires. His body had recently been baptized for the other world by an occult priest.
All of the radioactive bodies were kept in sealed glass rooms, but the souls too were trapped in between the glass walls. To entertain themselves the radioactive souls all took part in a pantomime dumb show where they acted out their deaths from radiation poisoning. What was this place called where the body was dead and the soul was wanting to be incinerated? It was in the place where the souls could be truly free from their master and seek salvation from their eternal disputes.
Then a man in a radioactive suit moved slowly in between the walls of the glass rooms. He held up a special mirror for the souls to see their reflection, but the mirror had to be lit by the spiritual doctor's special lantern. This doctor had been known throughout his life by his unusual work. People were suspicious of him and his methods and their grave consequences for the souls he had as patients.
The soul doctor was spent with fatigue as the radioactive bodies and souls outnumbered him 100 to 1. The doctor had developed the habit of creeping and crawling around the crematorium as many people tried to sneak in to reclaim their loved one's souls from the crematorium. Then the radioactive smoke clogged the chimney darkening the crematorium holding room. Now again the radioactive backdrop of the black smoke made the souls invisible. As for the doctor he had a disease where he was in a permanent trance. A type of mesmerizm where one can have control over his pain making him insensible to pain with an unlimited threshold. The doctor then noticed his radiation suit starting to melt and soon he was melting and then he collapsed on one of the radioactive cadavers. Outside the crematorium across the river I watched as the chimney began to shoot out radioactive fireballs that were screaming heads of those inside. They were souls on fire. But the crematorium fires were not capable of getting hot enough to incinerate the souls, so the souls could not be committed to heaven or hell. They were trapped above the crematorium in a fiery no man's land.
Then a force from under the earth pulled them back into the crematorium chimney and deep under the earth into the furnaces of the netherworld and they were never seen again.