I am your god
There are no others
Before me
Who can stand
In my flaw's light
So I wrote a scripture
To my followers
Yes to them
I wrote a letter
I tried to say within
That I had had enough
But the truth remains
I am so full of sin
I am glutton for pain
Like a pig at a trough
I cannot get my fill
I keep returning
Until I vomit
Taking the shares
Meant for others
Stealing the dreams
And the hopes
That with them cover
I am the God Imperfect
Worship me
For I am yours
And there shall never be
One nearly so flawed
Nor unredeemed
And dirty
Somewhere
I will fall down
And burn
Like paper
The letter
Shredded
Cast it
To the wind
With all my sins
Unforgiven
And waiting
For my pride to break
And me
To finally be
Free
