Pity the Gods

What is a God without believers?

Perhaps alone

Maybe insane

Definitely mortal

–

Forgotten Gods

No one to take them seriously

But themselves

The mumbling and pathetic lunatic

Stumbling down the street

Living in a reality

That rots his soul

The world he created to rule

Turned out to be just another hell

If only he could admit to himself

His mistake

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Life on the Crease

-The vulture masthead

On the utility pole

Along the road

Waiting for lunch

To try and cross

-So bold in a world

That consists of

Road signs that read

 

BEER

AMMO

 

Shall we scare it away

Or run away ourselves

Struck

By the time I saw the light

Someone’s heart had stopped beating

Then the explosion beneath my feet

With the power of a four engine train

The force shot upwards through my body

Bounced off the top of my head

Then went back down into the ground

Where I was now lying

It was September

After three O’clock

Details are fuzzy

The feeling though

Is quite clear