News flash: God is fake
A man made up in the fever dreams of
Power-hungry barbarians.
And the worst part is that
That's a lie:
He's not fake, but I wish he was.
One of many
Corrupt gods
That leave me cracking open my ribs and
Allowing them to devour me.
Vultures with crowns
Dripping gold,
Venom,
Saccharine.
Bloodlust in sevenfold,
Mouths torn open into war-monger
Grins.
How greedy,
How cruel,
Those gods that control and pillage and drown,
And God,
That God,
How innocent he is--
Not.
How brutal,
How isolated.
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i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
Poetry/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make...
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