vultures

i am the shaman of lunar perplexity
You are the lord of the solar inaccuracy

in days old, we lovers of the sky
bent toward earth and ignited a burning shrub
and engraved our will on the tip of the mountain
 
in days new i am merely but a human life force
succumbed to the mundane system of creation,invention
and destruction
and you my lord are not to be seen, your light as diminshed as my deterioating flesh

Your presence is covered by concrete penetration and artificial illumination
your words are twisted by the breath of unholy men
your love psyco analysed and dispersed amoungst the vultures
the disguised disgusting creatures, energy sucking leeches, 
 These are athiests at their best accord, how and why they applaud
the non existence of higher power,
their very hearts they each devour.

In days old we were the balance
In days new we are nothing