"It's Been My Death Since I Was Born" and "God Is Good And Tiny And New (maybe)"

but not completely

God was there
at my birth
I knew their name
at least the one
my family chose
to use

No matter
They and I
and I and all
were good
and all in all
were loved
could love
all of it

What we didn’t
know then is
that we
god/the world
were all in
the process
of dying

The burden
of us/the world
is by the simple
act of breathing
we are reaping
our own harvest
and any god
worthy of all
is to be in a
constant state
of decay, but
never the relief
of ending

Their recompense
is gifting us the
exit they cannot
find for themselves

Their wrath
is born in
the fact that
some
of us have
deigned to
take even this
from them
have reared
golden calf
taken up their
scythe, stolen
as to who dies
and when

Their dismay
is that they
never saw it
coming, their
own image
distorted to the
point that they
curse the reflection
their guilt is
not wishing
to stop it

Their resignation
is that the love
that they and we
and all in all
is dead and
their solution
lay in the
looking glass
god has found
a way to kill themself
and mourns that
would never
even notice
if they did

omniscient

before

Ashem

them/us

anew
for a millennia

their congregations

other than our prayers
final

too many

questioned

caring

warped

we