God Revived

It is winter.

\"The worst\" again exhibits its face to me.

 

Renewed brute.

 

Stepping gently. Haltingly.

Horror in its veil. How delicate.

 

Neatly calculated, every move is played against me.

My body, a terrain of agony.

 

I wish for nothing. Your prayers are not welcome.

They`re out of the question.

 

Messing up with things, complicating everything.

Too much time was wasted.

 

Prayer after prayer.

 

What a humiliation. What a forgery.

Docility.

 

I used to pray to God to take me.

 

Now I embrace what`s simple.

Now I demand perfection.

 

Erasure, erasure!