I find god in the most devious of places,
In monks,in religions castrated
In a strangled bird that sings
I find god without wings
In delusional angst, I claim defeat
What you have is what I need
A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion
I am what depletes
I am the scorn that dares to reap
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
I find god in the most devious of places,
In monks,in religions castrated
In a strangled bird that sings
I find god without wings
In delusional angst, I claim defeat
What you have is what I need
A parched illusion gives rise to this man's delusion
I am what depletes
I am the scorn that dares to reap