Will she arise like the evening star?
To set alight the morning on a distant world
God drinks alone tonight, and I hope these petty prayers
May quench his thirst once more.
The emptiness of the cosmos lies on a distant shore
If she may travel through the astral plane
And quell the null of multiple tangent galaxies
Then quell the thirst of an absent Goddess"¦
The vacuum of space contains the silence
That mourns for the loss of light
She says to me that she perceives
The colliding of rogue stars as a memory
Of the night before the vacancy of time
As if the entirety of this existence
Can be summated in the beliefs
Of a thousand zealots and deities
Whom drink the wine poured over
The rotting flesh raping the periphery
It is merely human that she desire life eternal
And God is merely a human construct created to delude her
We have set forth our own demise
With resonating thoughts of existence...
Yet an imminent suicide...
To force an awakening of the emptiness inside her...
I hold hands with the dead
As God places the noose around my neck