Battered eyes stare up
in surprise as
Storm strewn skies part to
swallow and
eat, upon their flesh.
This is truly the sign
of a divine caress.

I pray to believe,
wish to look into the heated
moistened breath of
an untamed creator, a
predator, a
beast without mercy.

Somehow stare up at a
loving, pitying,
purpose
for
This.

Maybe I shall ask
Why?
The question everyone
appropriately, apparently,
'admits' to wishing to ask
of their path to
the granter of
the kiss
of air.

Whose apple's poison
stripped us bare to
awareness.

So we want to know, do
we?
Why? Why? What?
What What What
HOW
Could you throw a part of
you
down to rebirth. Your
children of Earth trapped with
the Un-see-ers.

Some of which call themselves
your 'Believers'.
Their love as sincere, and as
rich as 'Beliebers'...

You have become too fashionable,
My Lord. Your many
faces grace the
bored with
fulfillment... they're
using you for entertainment.

They show your teeth,
your fangs,
your bangs.
You cannot be wild here,
you cannot be loved
fully
here.
Our fruit filled hunger can
never be sated.

Love me God?
                         Could you
                                            love me?
Never.
You left me here to
persevere* regardless,
was it a mistake? When
you chucked me down,
naked, guard less and
mutilated?

You left my Life Deck
card less.
So, I'm forced to hide my
hand, my
brand from
'God'...
I hide, because you've
let them hurt
me.

Residing in Silent Sorrowful
Secrecy. The reincarnation
of your Scales,
watch Life nail me down, as
I offer up my body,
tarnished,
damaged and
creased.

I am no more than your Beast,
waiting patiently for
your judgment
feast.

I am, Least.

You=Sin=Me