The god I play

Slowly I write a eulogy in whispers charading as
ravens for my turn to play god smelled of fear as my hands
washed away a simple taste of beauty crashed into a broken
return of liars dressing me in a bastards skin as my
world craved to the blood of angels needing the right
of a devils bruises as i write brighter then my last
sermon ,fore Iam breathing the sulfur I stole from the serpent
trending my voice smothering my time to play god
as I alone write a gimmick gauntlet set to slave the raven
awhile I fondle the breed they call human ,I call dead
into the cascades of surrender the blood painted my eyes beautiful
far into a virgin feed of settle demise as I slowly
write that i'am