Questions i asked to Humanity.
i wish you could read the silence in
which i ache, do you feel the
hollowness where i sit and pray?
i wonder if this is where you leave us, drenched in misery.
i remember offering my secrets to you,
telling you about all the people i hurt.
i sought redemption in you, from my
own weapons. i wanted to be saved
from myself and the ghosts of people i broke.
what god are you to leave me before
my own damnation? are you even a god?— % &Anwers to the someone who worships me without my consent.
i read the silence in which you ache,
remember the syllables and the
pauses. i feel the hollowness where
you pray for i am made of it.
i don't know how to be a god, i have
always been a mere acceptance of
history, i don't know where to leave you.
monsters have never sought
redemption in me, no one with
weapons has entered my threshold.
i am not a god, what monster are you
to make me something i am not.
all of them you worship didn't ask to
be a god, i wish you sought salvation in
your weapons instead. in yourself instead.— % &
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