God is not in church, God is in your mind.

Waves of maggots
Swimm in oceans of rot
We spread and multiply like fungus
Dull the many minds
Nullify the lower kind
Post your face and deify
What a shame
The masses maimed
The horse is wearing stilts

You gave it stanzas so therefore it must be poetry

This is not poetry. These are just journal entries dude..

As the sun streams ribbons through the trees
We will swim beneath a golden glow
So warm we will dance and feel at home
And oh my friend we are so alone
And i plead with the bitter wind
It is so void, so very cold
I only wish you would not go..

Tell me, oh tell me
For I lust I must know
Why does my heart beat
And why does the wind blow

Processes keep repeat
monotony set on track
Dawn cracks stand *****,
To sleep again we drift back

I cannot see the grand makers hand
All I can know are his sheep and his land
The body is in motion the face shadowed and veiled
Try and try to understand our explanations failed

Standing and spinning motion rests
My core feels cold as ice
Flutter me by
I'm but a ribbon in the breeze
Blanket the earth in snow
the insignificant blade of grass
I was alone in a field of strange faces
Suddenly spotting a flower I can not forget
Words trample me helpless
Calm my patience I regret
The world quit whirling
But It is so terribly silent
Wandering lands full of empty hands
I felt so far from home
Panting like a dog in head
blood wraps brittle bone