God

There is no saint,
No sound, no fear,
No white, no paint,
It hurts my spear.

There is just wish,
Just lust and trash,
My soul I squish
And burn the ash.

There are no words,
No hope, no dream,
Except the herds –
They only scream.

I wish for God,
But He is flawed.

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