God of Sculptures

Scratch every eye out to see
through a new one and create a new face
For someone you want to see

You can shape the world
and the ones that inhabit it
You have the power to control
the power each of us hold
For you are a God among each
of us lowly rats and sheep
Fornicating and crating monsters
For you to slay as you see fit

You’re the God we all look up to
and we want nothing more
than to die by your hand.
be seated at your right side
or to be another corpse in your seat
holding up your glorious figure
lucky enough to be one near your
sweaty ass. To be there to tell our friends

We died not in vain for
this is the life we lead now.


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