Uncosumed

We prefer to

accredit

The most high for all

our little smiles

because man,

we have seen the limits

of human nature.

I write to God now

that the earth

he planted me into,

aligns me more to the

hell, he set for my punishment

than the heaven,

he set for my final rest.

But I will try,

The laziest creature

on earth

has thrown

two eggs down his belly,

drunk tea from a cup

striped with gold,

gifted to him

by his auntie.

He has laid his bed

with fresh sheets,

and by the 15th

of this month,

he hopes to be good

with the rent.

The laziest creature

on earth

has set aside

two or three dollars

for tomorrow’s breakfast.

And when he wakes,

his customers say

he understands them.

They promise,

to come back

again and again.

The laziest creature

on earth

thanks you, Lord,

for your pity

enfolds him

in all the daily requirements

Some hide their

allegiance to Voodoo

with words

like

But you know,

that

I love you Lord.

But is it really

love ?

when there is

an immense urge

to feel the aroma

of sin ?

What measures wasted time ?

Is it the quantity of failure?

the quality of success?

or

How are many choices

no choices

God is real.

As suffering,

as murdering,

3 am. A hot cup of tea. A man now hears a spider staggering in the corners of these walls and as the silk stretches for it to slumber.

Sometimes God,

i crave your listening ear.

But then,

i wonder if,

than being

what

He created

to prove

He isn't there.

What really can we add on that

except to

look away and continue on our pursue

to inherit

His kingdom.

Subtracting our souls from centers

of unholiness,

Sanctioning the common knowledge

of human gods.

Subduing our actions to His caring laws,

In loss others trusted

In happiness some forgot

In joy others looked up to him

In poverty some hold tight onto him

In poverty others distanced themselves from him.

Thus, whether I believe

or not,

To Him I submit. Be it in dungeons of mockery, televisionales molding laughs at the existence of a Him.

To Him I re-regive myself. Be it in gowns woven with sin, stumbling into shame and desire to erase myself completely

In Him I believe, that here is not a home to calm my veins but rather a journey to an eventuality,

a workload that will shape me fit for the final and everlasting pain free existence.

If God is with me in me, all around me, i will surely cross to the otherside of the road, where i think i deserve where i think it will be calm where, i think i will not be this anticipated waste.