We are told:
"Believe in God! Seek God!"
Yet, have we not murdered him?
Blood of the divine is all over the floor:
The reason for His death, our neglect.

Holy, did you just flinch?
Did you by any chance think
I was spouting nonsense?
Nay, fool. 'Tis true!

You say you believe,
yet forget what your God is:
He who demands praises.
What did he get, however?

Reflect, and you shall see:
I love my cellphone
I achieved victory myself
God is but an excuse against Reason

You horrible demon.
All but fallen to hypocrisy without you realizing.
Yet, God is merciful, even in death
For he who died did not bother saving himself:
He willed your freedom

He left a note to me, however, saying:
Intelligent human
You who killed me
Life is all but meaningless now
But you--
You are now God. You are now life's meaning
*This I grant, as I forged you in my image