Deus Mortis

I.



Evolution song in my head

I feel my primitive growing

Favoured mind exceeding

The limits nature placed

Upon my body.

"I am your frozen internal critic"

He says to me

"Set to thaw and judge again"



II.



If there is a god

He must be suicidal

Masochistic, insane

Else why endow humanity

With will and reason?

God's biggest coup

Is convincing the world

He doesn't exist



III.



Wrath

Lays waste

To your home.

The hawk's

Flight

Becomes

A Bomb's Arc.



IV.

The best way to kill love

Is with love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of those poems that just sort of happens.

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