killing gods

 

How did it feel
the wasted years?
How did it feel
beneath your thoughts?

How did it feel
above the horizon?
How did it feel
before?

How does it feel
to stare into yourself?
How does it feel
to kiss your mom?

How does it feel
to be aflame?
How does it feel
to put it into plain sight?

 

How will it feel
to walk skinless?
How will it feel
with arms wide open?

How will it feel -
the prison of free speech?
And how will it feel
to kill your Gods?

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