If I were to say; the devil & god both rage within, I would render myself dishonest. For despite blind faith you have never heard me surrender, to the devil or god. The agnostic in me did surrender, to a name still unknown. An internal war battles of wills I so fought pleading & praying; save me from what I have so become. A war rages within thirsty blood red, slaughter a house for the dead. I fall at your feet, lick the blood splashed & spilled; a slaughterhouse will never be a clean resting place. I kneel; genuflect at the shrine of gods & monsters. I whisper; What will be? What will become of me? Laughing, spitting, in the face of anguished despair. A war rages within. Nor devil nor god may see, I am yours for slaughter, surrendered for you in this wasteland my mind created when you were first gone.