You preach against vices and promise that not giving in
is your scritta paper ticket
to infinity.
But our flesh will be swallowed whole by this dirt
and our souls will be coughed out as the phlegm of gods throat.
You know nothing
Of creation.
What it’s like to crash and explode.
You see life through a disingenuous lens and a dancing light,
******* shadows and shapes
on stone walls.
Your mind is always caved in.
Closed off.
**** your god.
**** your light.
All you ever pray for
Is blindness.
Objectiveness will rip you from your roots
and spit you across realms.
You have no idea
what it means to decay and decompose
and be born again
from nothing.