A Rust God

I Witnessed a beautiful thing
 
I saw an angel falling from the sky with broken wings
 
I saw god, rusted and dismantled
 
I cut myself on his thumbprint  
 
His razor crucifix only severed the first layer
 
I did it again and again until it pleased him  
 
I saw Jesus with a .44 hole in his neck
 
where I inhaled the gunpowder with my last breath
 
How it feels so good to finally be dead
 
Drifting in Limbo with a chest full of sot