impish thoughts of an odd soul

 
scars whisper secrets to the soul
don't go this way or it will hurt
bleeding ulcers of the faith
brutal reality we are coerced into behaving
 
I love but am I loved?
 
a defective human made for the fire
still of breath into death throes I am driven
don't tip the reaper who stalks your steps
when he ferries you over the river Styx  
 
more torture and pain
more scars, scabs and blood
for a mutant god
in his image I'm made
but if I don't love him I am defective
 
I would it be I find my end
but this is not permitted  
my mind will be erased and I'll pop up elsewhere
to face him again
 
I do love him but I won't pretend
that everything is perfectly explainable
it just isn't
unless you factor in that he is malevolent and good
 
from utter chaos came life
from the eyes of darkness demons were made
his first spawn
desirous a mate She was created
Lucifer came into being
 
mind you our malevolent Lord was a man of vision
he built a kingdom floating in space
with angels to guard his golden palace
my question is what were they guarding against?
 
when the problem was always from within
he was, he was aware, he masturbated madness
and we were born
if you are odd or broken it is of no accident
you were made with those flaws so you would need him
 
do you need?
 
I do...
 
I plead the fifth dimension and all dimension for that matter
that's far as my story goes for the moment