#molotovs
You were jazz
In the static
The cigarette
I didn’t know I lit
I'm in the
bar brawls
the graffiti prayers
On alley walls
That say
“God might be dead
but I met someone
who made me
believe again”
I’m not a god
of “yes”
I’m a god of
"show me"
Show me the art
in your brokenness
Show me the poetry
in your fists
Make a religion
out of surviving
the things I threw
at you just to see
if you’d flinch
I ain’t the god
you pray to
when the gun
is already cocked
I’m the one
who built
the trigger
I’m the *******
Who lit stars
like molotovs
tossed into The dark
Just to see what
would catch fire
Don’t ask me
why bad things happen
Ask yourself
why you survive them
you forget
The first temple
was a fistfight
The first prayer
was a screaming plea
The first miracle
was any of it
happening at all
I don’t do sermons
I do scale
I made a
universe so big that
you’d always feel
lost in it
Because the moment
you are lost
you start looking
I didn’t make
it big so
nothing would matter
I made it big
so you’d stop
pretending it does
Welcome to scale
You’re not small because
the universe is big
You’re just used
to being told
where the walls are
You want the universe
to love you back
But it just isn’t
built for that
It’s built
to go on
Not heaven
No reward
Just this
A moment
where you knew
you were alive
And it didn’t last
because it
didn’t have to
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC