The Desire To Be God

you lick the spoon of life
I fear such indulgence
pushed out of my driver’s seat
should your overdose of risk
be counted as complete experience
or fully realized passion?
I want to inhale you
breathe death’s fumes
to bring you strength
I would use my body
to shield your weakness
drive you blade deep
into my heart decayed
and leave your regret to rot
I can build you walls
I can hold back the rain
I can surround your soul
from the poison thunder
I will bring you peace
from my rooms of solitude
in hopes I can quite
the nightmare you live
I do not know your war
Oh! how I would fight
if God would give to me
the battle raging inside you
God must see us low
in our blind theater play
and envy the gods you make
I fall mute in anguish
for our jealous God seeks
your untainted devotion
turn to Him like a clock
wound tight for purpose
I sign in satisfaction
knowing my destiny to fail
in loving you, God will not.

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