My god.
You are sacrilege and scared
the creator and the fallen
I sip from your cup
I pray at your temple
I adorn my body with oils.
Yet still, drought seizes the land.
I toil in the fields
I fast in honor of you and your glory
Yet drought seizes the land.
I shed my clothes
I cry upon the holy hill for you to take pity on me
For am I not worthy?
Come upon me, lie with me, and show me your might show me your rath.
vengefulness the old kings whispered about.

and it was still, then rain began to fall across the land

I see you everywhere
I see you in the dark pits of my mind that fill with insecure thoughts and anxiety like  flooding waters.

I see you when I'm intoxicated and long to be touched by careless selfish hands that disregard my no's.

I see you in every mothers face who has neglected her son, and in doing so stripped him of his decency.

I see you in every melody that has ever been sang
I see you in every flower that blooms
Every smell, every smile, every laugh,
I see you, and oh how I pray to go blind.
Devoid me of these senses god so that what I once saw, I will see no more.

I can feel it heavy on my tongue, just a taste, to take the pain away.  I can feel my plights fall from the rafters of my mind as I reach out for that sweet nector, just a taste, the sweet shock to send every earthly pain away. I can feel my being and the aching void that occupies my chest slowly dissipate. Just a taste. Just a taste. Just a taste