The New God Poem by Taylor Seaton
The New God
Meet me
Behind the church
At midnight.
Teach me like Jesus Christ.
This is the new age,
They say God is sleeping.
(This is the new age.)
Find me
Bring me
(Dreaming)
Right
Down to
Our own
little
Hell.
The taste of sinful pleasure
In the old back seat
In a parking lot
Alone, but with another.
This is the new God.
This is the sick, sad replacement
This is the new God.
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