you do good acts to please your god you say good words to appease your god you offer good things to ease your god you live your life for your god whom you fear and teach all your peers to cower from you believe your god sees all that you do and all the others, too you believe that your god has time for you you believe in your god does it believe in you, too? you live in fear of its judgment oh god! I’ve no god, no one to fear no one to hear do i scare you? I remember you said that godless people like I scare you if so, then am I your god as well?
Cradled in the moon’s light My soul dims dry The mind worn in dread Impulses betray me But dusk til dawn Angels sing your name My ears cry red I long to hear God’s voice To bath in morning’s dew Sliced with fresh green blades Meeting the suns embrace
Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life? Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you? Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?
Can it delight your soul to the care? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you? Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention? Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks? Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart? Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?
Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself? Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind? Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things? Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights? Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself? Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe? Can it know you through and through and still desire you?
Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing? Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches? Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation? Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles? Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters? Can it set you on an unshakable foundation? Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue? Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters? Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you? Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen? Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?
Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table and spread its banner of love over you? Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing? Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself? Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation? Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning? Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes? Can it turn your wailing into dancing? Can it flood you with peace like a river? Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions? Can it know the way to lead you home? Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold? Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?
this empire, a tragedy I. i have built an empire under a million rules extended by thousand people under my protection
II. blood runs off my hands my hands clad in gold rings gold rings clad in chain link and regret
III. i am fearless i was fear he is nothing he was powerful we were kings i am god but we thought vice versa
IV. bruised knuckles that bleed ambrosia my gore to feed the deities of long time gone i remember what it felt like the first time a million lives ago they ripped me apart they fed off my insides
V. before becoming god he was a king and before that a beggar child weak, beaten on the street screaming he screamed until his throat bled remember that the one you crowned once lay at your feet and while he lay there he threw up blood and choked on tears one day you will be the one begging him for mercy your tears on his sword
VI. YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME poor thing banished from your own kingdom no longer next to the highest in power poor, poor thing you are no longer welcome here
VII. the old gods took the form of wolves the took their apprentice to the woods they ran they burned their lungs with cold air they ran they attacked him from behind they ran they ate his flesh and drink his blood they ran they rebirthed him into an emperor they ran they promised to speak to and through him the old gods no longer take form
VIII. in he dug his dagger down into his wrists and thighs down into his stomach he painted his silver pale skin with his own blood he tugged open his lips to lap up the ichor he ripped out his human teeth with claws in place grew in wolf teeth and fangs his wounds healed over with fur all human left of him now, his eyes still blue
IX. little red riding hood no longer loved by god god just as vicious as a wolf empires ruled by gods ruled by wolves
X. ***** went a rope ***** went a gun ***** went the thunder one died one his own two died in a fight no one died in the storm only wept a fanged inhuman hung from the stairwell two boys lay dead in the street after a lovers quarrel two funerals held in the same hall buried in a storm
only two funerals, only two dead he killed me twice