I feel secure in your shadow now
Isn’t this how it’s always been?
A frail world collapses, we knew this
Pride, like hope, is merely an illusion
Choking, retching
Choke the wretch
I’m all out of prayers now
Kneeling never got me anywhere
Is it odd or sinister that
As a man awaits execution
He assumes the same position
As one asking for holy aid
Our Lord the executioner
We wake now
Mankind’s obstacle in this century
Is to come to terms with the
Knowledge that God is dead
Or no longer cares, either way
We are alone in this universe
Kill this representation of hope
Slice the symbol of our struggle
Worship everybody, worship nobody
Take control of your life, strong man
When metaphors are meaningless
There truly is nothing left
Iridescentfox 
stunning, poignant. wow.
really appreciate this one.
-kate
toss this bit if you hate this stuff, tussling with the possibilities can be fun but it also can be annoying as hell!
(for flow, maybe
‘Mankind’s obstacle in this century
Is [coming] to terms with the
Knowledge that God is dead
Or no longer cares[;] either way
We are alone in this universe’ ?
maybe not…)
Thanks Kate, was an older poem from when I was going through a Nietzsche phase