I wrote a letter to God
On a lonely Tuesday evening
My heart I signed on it
With faith and smoke it flew.

I got a dove and laughter
After a smote from the rich grey beard
The sky eyes turns red as if to fight
And the rain drenched me.

He has eagle eyes and long hands
Like a shepherd to his sheep’s
Even if we experience open sore of faith
God is not evil.

Compelled to wander the oceans of night
lifted merely by the clapping of wings
a terror from above in spheres of light
the mousefolk tremble, the maiden sings
a symphony in motion intending death
no comfort of Love in the Judgement breath

No shackle nor link of silver or gold
the promise of freedom beneath
no statement of truth nor truth to behold
the statue walks humble in shadow & wreath
the ledger by slate in circles of fire
the volcanic kingdom of unjust desire

yes I have a lesson for my little brother
when you are my age your father is not gonna be with you mother,
and you need to know that this is not on you
its okay buddy that is how I felt too.

Beautiful oasis you share with all
life is one such a fantasy too
we all know that today we are
tomorrow we may not be
'twill be an imagination
a real illusion may call it thee

but life transforms
from diamond to steel
and
in the cauldrons of times heat
we all melt too
what of a superficial mirage say you

We are as naught
all hope you knew
as we approach it
the further it moves

life so does evaporate too
a hallucination is what we all are

Me, we, he, she and you