Mortgaged

God must be like Bela Lugosi
Staring over his dark matter cape arm
In curation of anonymity
And deficit thermodynamic charm
Sucking smiles out of his gothic face
As he stalks the beat of each mortal heart
Trapped in their spheres of Goldilock space
Where all sensation is a dying art;
Only the heat of a lingering meat
Fading as the universal ember
Fornicating with its bread and blood treat
Of the Eden we choose to remember
Where no one had to claw forevermore
Between starvation...and a credit score!