Your God

Did you feel Gods love one day?  
Did he stretch his holy fingers  
and leave you breathless?  
Did he transcend you  
through throbbing meat,  
and fuck you senseless?  
Now you smile and are forever positive  
as your God's watching your soul.  
You walk with an air of false reassurance.  
 
 
 
I once dreamt of a beautiful garden;  
orchards stretched forever;  
the trees fruits perfectly attended.  
Through these orchards was a figure:  
Dressed in black carrying a spade;  
a spade of times labours.  
His pace was one of solemn speed,  
but closer still he came.  
His hood was low and shaded him,  
but he had a face of distinction.  
His eyes were bowed and sky blue,  
carrying rivers of woe.  
The weight of more than one world  
were carried in those eyes.  
As he strolled closer still, i looked  
once more at his spade.  
Upon the muddy laboured head,  
sat not just brown,  
but dripping chunks of red.  
With each tree he slowly passed,  
the fruits were turning brown.  
His last step ended parallel to me,  
his eyes still gazing past.  
It was as if i was an entity lost,  
an observer with a soul.  
He breathed in deep and with a sigh, he whispered  
"My rabbits have lost control."  
 
He then lifted his foot to continue  
his walk of rotting apples.  
The moment his foot touched on the grass,  
flames burst in circular waves,  
engulfing him and all his perfection.  
 
I once dreamt  
and heard God's whisper.