A/N: Nope, sorry, my definition of God still starts with a B and ends with an -obby.
Disclaimer: I am only the narrator, a god of words, nothing more.
Muse: AmberDreams
God of Insects
I am the God of Insects.
I crush them under my thumb.
In seven days or less you'll see
How the world should run.
I feel my skin stretched
Over those crawling souls.
Each one so desperate
But they make me whole.
It's hard and getting harder still
Too breathe as I feel their desires
Worm and gnaw at me, begging,
To be absolved- released by fire.
But those promises of heaven,
Of hell, will go unfulfilled
You satisfy my appetite
Now I need you to be still.
There's no escape from fate.
There's no going back for me.
The power radiates like flies,
No one living has ever felt this alive.
How far have I fallen to rise again?
To travel from Hell to here?
To see the truth in the broken
And to conquer all fears?
A God should never doubt
Or waiver in his convictions.
But to call this my redemption…
Feels like a twisted contradiction.
A mistake, or a lapse in sanity
It does not matter anymore.
I'll just have to bury my heart
Somewhere under the floorboards.
But when I shrug off the order-
When I discard my own rules,
I start to feel lost again, like
I've got everything to lose.
Everything I learned
Family, and friendship
It doesn't matter anymore
I'll make my own redemption.
And ignore that nagging voice
That wants me to remember who I was before
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