God

It's worthwhile to ask the teacher questions,
but I insult them with my silence.
None of their answers guide me to you.
My ignorance is your preference,
and I'll set out to discover the reason for that.

Your existence is defined by various names,
Caricatures of your infallibility.
Some call you the champion of justice,
despite the atrocities you've created for the sake of our suffering.
Some deem you a jealous god,
but it can't compare to the envy I have for your secrecy.
I refuse to settle with our pathetic assumptions,
for my world is devoid of color without the truth.

I'll prove my devotion to you,
carry a blade to my neck and carve the deepest line ever written,
only if you promise to bless me with all of your attention.
Halt the progression of time for me,
silence the chirping of the birds,
let the rainfall stop its sequence even if it means the grass never grows again.
I can't promise I won't fall in love with you,
and maybe that's why you've cursed me with an eternity of confusion,
a lack of enlightenment I can't escape from.