Marsh 14, 2023

the nights grow weary, foul

inner demands in silence,

your perspective, belief in a physical god,

a god that floats down off

a large cloud to give his 

followers their body of jesus                       

and his blood stained sacrifice 

for the resurrection of his

 

followers because of his dying

breath, "god why have you

 

abandoned your only child"

we insist our reality has purpose  

 

with cemented lives always asking

where do we go, for our youth is gone

as we begin to accept our lonely

place as a vision of despair, our 

death soon to come, we want to take 

these roads made by a deathly void 

 

as we condemn all things for we are

the chosen ones, we are untouchable

 

in god's powerful force of greedy thoughts  

our imagination demands a powerful

 

force outside ourselves, not realizing we 

are that force, that will to accept or change

this illusion of happiness and freedom

for we live in a world of illusions in our own

realties concealed by our true creators, the  

rich that made this planet a corrupted means

 

of power once a paradise now used by ghostly

figurers that claim to be our saviors while we

are the only ones that can save ourselves

but do we have belief in ourselves to change