Posted in: Poetry

Poem: Godless

Tell me something death,
Are you happy with your job,
Aren’t you tired of the complaints?

I’ve seen you take away everything from me,
One by one,
But that’s your job,
I don’t blame you,

Tell me, something gods,
Aren’t you tired of stopping me from filling my void?
Am I threatening you?
Is my existence something that bothers you?

To the gods that can’t hold themselves back from my realm,
Beware, beware of the stare that is following you,
The life that is a threat to you,

Beware of the godless god,
The shallow husk of a being,
That still lets the colors roam free,
But cannot see,

In this modern world,
I can feel the blood boiling inside of me,
My ancestry is behind me,

I died once, and will die once more,
And when I die heaven and earth will hear a roar,
While the underworld will personally see,
The wrath of a mortal,
The death of gods destiny.