God

I am a photo on your walls,

An idol in the temple

Or anything you choose to believe in.

With altering figurines,

Suited to your faith,

I get to celebrate multiple birthdays.

My scriptures have always celebrated life

Yet I am the reason,

For bloodshed in the streets.

In each strike of your sword,

And twisted doctrines,

An atheist is born.

For each stroke on a tree, I cry rain.

Smiling sunshine for united hearts.

You look for me,

When you star gaze,

But I love to be grounded.

I oversee every smile,

You bring to another face.

I give life and I claim it.

I wink at the atheist,

In the staircases to heaven,

As the Devil in me waits in hell.

Spread my blessings, in disguise,

Even you can be me, in someone’s eyes.