Radiance On A Sunday

Sacrifice yourself.

I'll imitate and become the voice

of a booming God, that take away

is in your presence.

That possession in your soul,

occupy another, or your 

unnatural inventions.

Just another Sunday drive.....

inside a dead messiah plan.

I'll live again!

In your force fed memory.

The bane shall be my power

to overcome this palace of truthful lies.

And I'll become the muse itself

on this so many ways to Sunday

and your soul occupied.

By tricks

of the mortal harvest, so your grains

are tossed into the breeze. 

And I'll stay here in this deceit.

Or cast you off into the seas.