Man is God

Laced tongues languishing in lost languages.
While in PCP beatific visions
We gaze into the eyes of God,
And there,
See only our self.God is a mirror,
Or so we tell ourselves,
Casting our
Perfected photoshopped reflection
For all to admire.

Every imperfection hidden away.And we,
Self contained universes
With ourselves at the center,
Refuse to see
We have become numb
And dumb.

Outstretched bloody hands,
Gore slick,
And calloused,
Bear up our brothers and sisters.
Crushed under foot
So we might stand above,
So we might stand out.

We sing out to the oldest of gods;
Owing ourselves only to him,
Poison on our lips,
Succumbing to the lie that we are gods
Thus truth is subjective
To our will.

Chemically altered consciousness
Rewriting hardwired pattern and paradigm.
Walking on bones.
We are lords of vermin.
Masters of maggot and fly.
For in our rewriting
We are unraveling life.
Leaving only decay in our wake.

We killed God,
To stand as god,
And now,
Look at this place.
The garden has become a waste.

About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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