it's not that hard
you know, you know
how to be a person
but everyone
i know, i know
they can't see the sunrise rising
though the sun is bright
and the cloud cover light
shining isn't in their nature
any more or were they even born with it?
did no-one teach them to track the moon through the night sky?
when they were raised in their houses did the walls keep them too safe from wolves to know?
my dreams are never of killing gameplay
eviscerating a god with a pocketknife, no
violent intentions
my dreams are godless
playless
a god dies without blood
my dreams are of keeping
my blood inside
my choice to bleed
my sanctuary
disbelieving powers
you know, you know
how to disbelieve
and who they are--
it's not that hard.
i'll show you.