A Contemporary View of Dieties and Microfauna

A frantic search for a physical god and a vindictive tantrum for the results

 

He pulled His face into the sky.

Just when I came outside.

 

Look!

 

I lost sight;

Blind ‘til He comes.

 

Pragmatic love for us all

When he shouted His dogmata….. Rather….

He sang.

And out I came running. Deaf.

 

Listen!

 

Vacuum, no sound.

The world no longer sings to me.

 

But I did hear the cackle,

When He pulled His face into the clouds.

Just when I ran outside!

 

Sick praxis!

Sick Genius!

Love to be marred by the ramifications of Him.

Having seethed with “Black Preachings” on Him.

 

Sick Practice!

Waiting for His cackle!

 

 

 

Sick!

 

I am deaf.

Vacuum.

No sound.

Too busy… Choking His dogma.

Reviews

[Emily B]

And He didn't come running when you stomped your foot and said 'damnit'!?

Strange indeed. . .