Dead God when you dreamed of me
I was sinking, you could see
I crossed you in swinging through your oblivions
Kicking you hard to beat your eyes open
but you just passed through me, lost yourself
My prayers muttered into your endless, boundless souls. There was much noise and clutter, from those before me. They thought that in your kingdom they would hold.
Dead God why were you so dead
Even when others saw you alive
They say you were stung and deprived
Like all, you just wanted to feed
On all positive and still weeped
You had nothing to give back
And even if you did, you’d put riddles on those gifts
In my faith I was cracking them open in your name
Like to you my virility was a long game
The thought of being thankful then just passed
I am sorry my dead God, but more than your blessings my struggles surpassed.
inapoem 