Sherbet Sweet Slaughter: A Collection of Poems and Short Stories

I Yahweh

I teach toys to feed off the bones of broken automaton.
I educate the aether, and advise it to
stay up through the night.

I am the one who brings the shade of night,
Who dots the skies with stickers of stars.
And I look upon you with an eye full of hope.

Until I sleep again, this eye shines brighter than the fires of the Neanderthal villages.
It warms you better than any sheet.

I created a cataclysm of events that birthed crime before there was order.
I intentionally created an imperfect race of apes who pillage and fuck their
Way through life without mercy.

I wiped cities from existence.
And I foretell a great apocalypse,
Headed by a man who will lead the greatest countries to ruin.

I created this man.
But I am not to blame.
For we all have the choice.
Follow my laws,
And enforce my doctrine.
Or burn in a subterranean Gehenna,

Stinking of foulness that is only seen in the minds of those who have lost their minds to the unbearable reality of this world.

I hold the key.
And I hold the torch.
But soon,
The winds of time will blow the torch out.
And an era of lawlessness will begin.

Be wise to follow my movement.
For, when I'm gone,
You are at the mercy of my universe.
And without faith,
Or miracles.
What do you really have?