I killed God. What are you going to? Go pray? Cry?
He is on my side. Religion is a sham. I could just bribe to get to heaven,
if it exists, which it doesn’t. Life is dumb. Money is all that matters.
Mo-ney.
Money is the root of all evil? Who made that joke, the poor?
Poverty is a sham too. They should just decrease the surplus population,
teach them not to be lazy. If your so called ‘God’ is loving,
why would he create something as monstrous as that?
Stop wasting my time.
I killed God. What a sadistic maniac. Laughing at the suffering
of humanity. I did you all a favour. Treating us like guinea pigs,
he is worse than Satan, even killed more than him. Satan should be
our God, he is much nicer. Or me. Just for today. Striking down unholy ones.
God of Gods. I can corrupt your innocence. Stain your deepest desires.
Worthless you are. You cannot fathom my power, I am the greatest!
I will use you, hate you, mock you. Your life is in my hands.
I am God.
I killed God. Every night I pray to you, awaiting your soothing words.
You are my life, every aspect is yours, I give charity, help the sick,
without you I am nothing. But why don’t you talk to me? Why don’t you talk to
me?
My prayers aren’t answered I answer yours I wrote fabulous words of praise
brought heaven onto Earth why wont you recognise me
please. I love you.
Please.
Just one sign, I know your busy, but all my life working for you just for
one sign. You heartless
I am your saviour, your villain
Don’t glorify me with your praises and poems,
broken smiles hidden
like a cemetery full of emotions.
Why
so sad? So serious?
All my pseudonyms will be forgotten,
don’t judge me, don’t forgive me,
don’t forget me, this isn’t the end.
Oh you preachers of instruction manuals, do you believe? Convert?
Do thieves steal? Are murderers humane?
Riding in golden hearses, turning water to dirt.
Your deeds became evil and now they loathe your name.
Are they insane — or am I insane?
Unlike you my heart is blackened,
the tamed darkness does not envelop me
but dances angelically, with a warm smile. Be free,
unlock the glass doors behind the façade.
Then we can save God
and find a new name.
Dhanyaal Samir