the beekeeper.

shove.

i never thought that it would come to this,
you god,
you 5 foot 9 tall deity,
you pure being.
the only thing you've created is dysfunction and a stack of divorce papers.
she will sacrifice her jewelry and luxury car and the line sewn into her palm
strictly for you
so you don't cause tsunamis to wash across our land
or force volcanos to melt down our city.
we're scared of the wrath of god.
and so the only prayers we whisper will be fake,
until we can slip under your all-knowing radar
and convert.

shove a believer, birth a sinner.
fuck you.