Catatonia

In catatonia afflicted by life,
you sit silent,
with your eyes fixed on nothing.

The inverted pentagram,
the six hundred and sixty six,
flash past your vision.
They wilt,
faced with,
the sheer horror of naked life.

No, don't blink my friends.
Stare and embrace fiction
with each breath.

Then hail God,
move your lips in prayers,
for deliverance 
from the Devil.

Sitting there shrouded in
that incandescent light.
Someone said God made light.
You believed and applauded Him.

But friends,
when someone flicks the switch 
and your staring eyes are stabbed
by impenetrable darkness.
Did you ever ask:
who birthed the dark?

Ever questioned,
why God need the Devil?
God is good,
Devil is bad.
Then who is that repulsive one,
in the ugliness of life?

Perhaps you didn't,
in your desperation to 
keep yourself afloat,
you snatched a plank.

In the eternal need to feel 
someone out there
greater than yourself:
you never questioned,
why God couldn't duel with life.

Did you inform God, 
'the Life' beheaded the Devil?
No you didn't,
for saving yourself from His wrath.

And now God collects the claps,
fighting an adversary
whose grave
He stands on.

Ever felt being in 
Circus Maximus?
Life flogging you in sports,
tearing your skin,
drawing blood-
whereas the Godly court
roars with laughter,
saying- Sublime Pleasure?

Yes, my friends,
see with your unwavering gaze
God collecting taxes in your tears
and 
your unquestioned catatonic claps.