Somersaults

Becoming gold diggers, 
the myths, without 
ism and orthodoxy. 

The creed will not observe. 
I will say, I am the god 
of ruins.I offer my inadequacies 
to be punished. 

The passions were rising. 
You kill yourself to get the 
space, the privacy. 

Where the theme ends? 
The religion has only absurd 
quotations.You always involve the 
Almighty- for any fall, 
any bloodshed. 

The tricks played by blessed 
saints.You would always sleep in dark. 
Eyes the faded gems.