Rapture.

I'm not Jesus,
Mother, God,
Drop the bones.
I'm coming home!

Can you hear me, Father please!
Don't try to calm this hand.
I feign
Insane
So they're unsafe
Within your 'Promised Land'.

Bastard boy, you aren't so fun!
Humans will never care,
Though still
You kill
To fill the void
That threw you from the air.

Am I angry? God, Hell yes!
You put me at the top,
To hail?
I fail
To understand why
I'm the one who dropped.

I'm not evil - just a man
Who's earning his respect.
I work;
Bezerk
To feel the jump
Of complex dialect.

I'm feeling hate in these gold halls,
An angel. Burning. Bed.
No rest
Unless
The goddamn river
Overflows with red.