Advent of the Question Mark

“Is it not written that everybody is a god?” (St. John 10:34)
 
You enter the sacred place with feces on your shoes  
and flop your fat ass down like some myopic pig  
You hold the question mark in your hand, like a scepter  
It is your word-smithing weapon of choice
 
You don’t want to be God, but to be like God
You want the privilege without the responsibility
You feign humility and inflict with your scepter  
not looking for answers but subjugation
 
God has no need of a question mark
nor a scepter, nor obedient subjects  
You fancy a fucked up world in your head
You are God but you don’t act like it
 
In your mind you put your subjects in a cage  
In your heart you drink their essence and smile in the mirror
And you wield the mark for the wrong reasons  
Questions without inquiry is a mere crusade