G.O.D.

The light seeps into the contrition of darkness.

A shapeless figure of existence nestles in the empty womb.

Gasping for the raspy air of life, the shapeless figure punches and kicks.

Trying to break free from the prison of life.

The unbearable weight of being has yet to bloom.

The whirring of the hazy light brings forth

a rain of voluptuous rapture of skin.

the endless cries of pain and sobbing..

blood brought on life.

The shapeless existence walks into the abyss of sin and darkness.

The surrounding air breathed heavily on the red sacks of air

and bronze-leathery skin of the shapeless figure.

The red stars filled the back-lit sunset,

the ceaseless thwarting of flies succumbed to the darkness of fear.

The cracks and broken foundations of the black buildings blockaded the night sky.

In the operating room, the shapeless figure mockingly cries out to the doctor.

Its parents looked on, the shapeless figure sunk into the darkness like the piece

of a missing puzzle.

It was named ______….

A flock of flies devoured a raw piece of red meat

and faded slowly into the gray abyss.