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“God is Dead” –Nietzsche
What does life cry
when my heart is mapped
on walls?
Letters bold, like the statement,
screaming for the recognition of
it’s truth.
The sorrows and burdens of existence
come alive breathing a rancid breath
when my petty, limited life is
matched with that of God’s;
Dead…
But hearing these words,
seeking a moment in my mind
to inscribe and revolutionize my thinking
of the great I AM,
Has seeped through my defenses,
Flowing forth into depths I didn’t know.
This truth is one with me…
To truly believe we killed a deity
is more than a mighty feat of men.
Almost laughable,
yet I sting with the needles of
insanity, hoping to find another road,
one walked by the those that
skip over cracks with faith.
Will this ally lead me to death,
a hollow heart and a shattered mind,
hoping my smile isn’t an obvious lie?
Will I fall into abyss? Where no
light can find my now narrowed opinion?
Or will truth’s whisper muffle the screams
of my soul's impending extinction?
Reminding me that God lives on,
the sun shedding light upon the strokes
of his canvas, man’s love speaking of
the sacrifice of his own blood spilled,
society's hate writing out the misery
without a case for existence…
What does life cry
when my heart is mapped
on walls?
Letters melt away, showing the
truth that God’s eye seek to destroy
opposition, defending viciously the
mindless drones he holds to his flock…
And Nietzsche was within his gaze.
Alive and well is I AM,
this wall lies...
“Nietzsche is Dead” –God