Dust And Protein

For evil doings, I feel good.

But for the better part of reasoning I feel a menacingly crushing guilt.

God, you gave me the mind to enjoy such evils;

Yet made sure my heart never does them.

Questioning the invisible has always been your favourite trait given to us.

What we can't see haunts us. What we do see consumes us.

Prayer; look up to a blankness and hope in something described as Omnipotent.

Benefit of the doubt and free will. Oh, mercy dear lord, I beg!

Are my choices mine or my pages turned to my end before prologue?

Are you bored after all these millennia?

Have blind faiths of your children tired you or have you found new toys,

Ones that shine more than our future?

You've left nothing but such and more questions to ask!

Centuries of poets have asked and given into your omnipresent divinity.

Give me a shimmer of truth, portion of a light that would open worlds to a clearer future, I pray.

I don't want answers once I fade away from minds of my loves and

Then from existence; into dust and protein.

Let me see before you take me up or down under. Send an angel to bid me my fate;

No love on this theatrical realm will ever rendezvous with your expectations.

Dear God, take away my sense of right and wrong.

You have given, you will take.

Forgive us our transgressions, baptized and un.

Take us all into that vast promised land, a handful from this world

Will not satisfy your childlike nurture.