Gods

Drawing out my pains in Thursday morning when I've found my world
Crashed and still bleeding, but I'm alright, I'm unscathed
Or rather, my world has found me
Chosen me today
Generously revealed it's towering, naked reflection of incest to me in another mirror, another quiet dawn
And I never have found myself inside a mirror
I never have found the key to the old kingdom
No, I've found mountains of bones and wicked hidden places
In which to waste away

My maker left me disoriented and uneasy in the bright white swords of it's afternoon's impersonal, harsh rays
Looking up at the god I often curse
I asked it "Where are your pools of regret and shame? Where are your lies? Where's anything besides your mocking silence?"

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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