I am a spoon
in a cathedral
extravagantly decorated
yet, internally empty

in the echoes of the hymns
I exist, a manifestation
of dreams conquered
by divine intervention

a minuscule cloud
in a land-bound hurricane
growing in voracity paired
with destructiveness

my God is a razor blade
blood my only hope
of absolution
the last moments of sanity

hope fades
faith and violence inseparable
eternitys mates annually ovulating
giving birth to consciousness

awareness a sword
decimating free will
at the end of the day, it remains
we are no more than a rat in an electrified maze