Dead gods and the darkness come again

The dead Gods probably don't listen anymore

and the clouds hold poison knives

the gold thread kisses all but me and

her lost voice, her hand in mine, her awe and love reciprocated 

are lies I made up in dawns bed

Like winds across the womb of bones in a box

just another illusion of Maya I once believed in

this black hate embraces me again and like a joke

I am enfolded within oblivions loving caress

Emotions on shuffle, hand in the wine

I am nothing and nobody

the engine of inspiration silenced

as the news tells hourly of gods rejection 

while they laugh and spit and fuck each other

Give me your hand, empress of dreams

this last prayer cast out for the little ones 

that held me up like a hero 

and made my stupid life finally matter

I am pain and only live for others now threatened

for the weak ones crossing the world of lies

I hold back the winds of terrible rage

I am the dam of fearless judgement

and my teeth are bullets for fools saluting flags

Even the few friends seem fake

and canonot use my own name

the waterfall rages through the night falling

and the noble animal savages what it can

stealing freedom in the dark

I live only to feed the birds now

until death comes sweetly

befalling the wings of grace

And this typed confession is spread out

out and over the world

to be turned finally to the dust of ages

forgotten, unknown, unloved, and empty

May death come to this creator!

this mad and horrible god

May waves of cosmic fire

destroy him

And free the innocent souls 

the happy and innocent souls

trapped by the fearful and lying Archons

of material dominion

set all the ghosts free

and may they live again

in a place without pain

and times endless

onward

march