Thy Angry God Poem by David Boyd

The mysteries of willingness are prepared to take your fall.
Your miserable-No your incompetent-For I can see all.
Everything has brought you shame, are you even aware?
After-all, what is fear?
Beckon forth-No don't listen-Have your eyes began to rain?
You think your true to yourself, yet this drought took away your pain.
Sorrow has a limit, the lines have been crossed.
Your incompetence is so flawless-For I can see all.
When time began, everything was present to witness, the culling of your carelessness, the problems of your dilemma.
Stand afoot, look straight ahead, don't dare gaze toward the ground.
Look me in the eyes.
You thought you could hide behind your arrogant little lies.
Your incompetence is so flawless-For I can see all.