The Gods Have Fallen Poem by Micah Krahn

by Micah Krahn

The Gods have fallen from their apocalyptic cloudless heavens. Their religion no longer bind our souls together, they are no longer the voices in our heads.
Their biblical testaments are now nothing but ashen manuscripts which have finally resoluted to the endless lies. We have awaken from our dreamy realization and have declared that your Gods are nothing but wood, stone and an idea sent to demonize our world into submission to an unknown deity in which our fragile lives have been grasped in the frailty of our own weakness.
The voices in our heads are the same ones tearing out our souls inside from the confines of our sanity.
The religion of life is to no not save the world from apocalyptic circumstance but to be consumed with our inner energy which plagues our soul with zen everyday.
When the gods have fallen from their immortal form, when they become no more mortal than you and I, these once immortal godless wretches will face the same fate they have bestowed upon ourselves. Death waits for no man, living, dead or even once immortal.
They once stood on the threshold of the heavens condemning the world for their sinful inequities, starved without prayer we now hold their life in the balance. They were once gods, but to the realization of their deceit they've become nothing but demons parading as gods.
Godless demons now await their entwined fate with unnerving consequence. In a time where we would look to the heavens for guidance, they now seek their reciprocated fates upon our steadfast and unshattered will.
And to think, they became powerless to their might because we would not worship, not kneel or pray to their immortal lies, so they have become human.
They are the God that failed.