Rotten Desires: Notes from forbidden quarters

God is sulking up above,
And shocked at this sad end,
Of his biggest work of love,
That He can never mend.

Deep below the surface lies,
A kingdom lost to time;
Silent now, once full of cries,
Of a royalty in its prime.

Come to me and dig me out,
I want to be set free;
Feels so weak, I cannot shout,
These rats are bugging me.

I’m not sleepy in my tomb,
With worms infesting me;
Starving till they call it doom,
My soul is not yet free.

Every soul a slave of mine,
I used to be their boss;
Dined in glory, gold, and wine,
Now feeding on chaos.

Morbid are the ways of life,
And morbid is its end;
Morbid as a naked knife,
Your fate cannot amend.

God is sulking up above,
And watching in confusion;
As his biggest work of love,
Is now just an illusion!