Appeal to God

Appeal to "god"

The wind hasn’t blown so hard as it has lately

Yet here I stand beneath your fruitful gallows

Thou every being in some form...is shapely

What image did you form from hollows

God heed ‘we’ hence we aren’t the ones abated

Just drawn eyes on dolls and strung along for the ride

Fuck a belief if phantom limbs can’t be amputated

To shed dead weight that consumes our hides

As stated; cut to the chase because time is never free

Given the chance, should be ur stance on everything

‘Ur’ as in the savior; the second coming as in ‘re

This is me...a survivor of the Big Bang

Purveyor of the human mortality enlightenment

And as humans we kill and divide among ourselves

Un-preservative, but our DNA is saving our entitlement

Proteins that build us is double at twelve

So I say this final grace in hopes of a blessing

That one day this likeness is seen for its totality

That this ugliness ills ur appetite, making us the lessened

That this drowning desperation haunts ur dreams as it has haunted my reality