CONTINUOUS CREATION

What a beautiful thing.
What a beautiful being.
My death was...poetry.
God...
Keep on creating me,please.

Time is a living entity.
The Now,is a trinity.
Not the only,not the holy,but one of many...
And I can feel time on my skin.
Like it is absorbing in pores,another me,
another three,within.

I shake this primitive science.
That biology creates the conscious.
Biology just shrinks us down,
and mocks us with this disgusting house!

I'm hearing clocks in empty rooms.
Reminding me to love you.
Don't waste my arguments on logistics,
but rather share smiles with the misfits...
Place my silver in dirty palms.
Break bread with the hungry ones.
Even if they bite my hand,
I'll save my anger for the sin,not the man.

This is how it should be.
This is how I should be.
God...
Keep on creating me...please~