Thursday, February 18, 2016

A History of Madness 12, Final

Like any other god I am sustained by belief.
For many years I have labored to reduce the faith of my cult,
but they stubbornly persist.

Always I long for death but their prayers keep me here.
I am cruel to them, inconsiderate beyond reproach,
but they insist on forgiving me.

Though I have never told them,
I feel they are aware that their love keeps me alive
and so nothing I do can dissuade them.

They do not even know that when I die I will destroy the universe.
They are doing it just for me.

finis

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