Impious

This is a time after gods

They remark that the rubble

Which holds my likeness

Is a fine piece of art

But forget its true purpose

There was a time when we could

Strike the nonbelievers down

But now, without worship

We crumble into dust

Powerless and trapped in stone prisons

Powerless to look away from their

Impious acts at my feet

Fucking

In front of the virgin goddess

In the forgotten ruins of my temple

Too stupid to realize the glory

That would come with such a find

Or perhaps they’re just selfish

And defiling my sacred ground is their

Turn on

And now they lay beneath my statue

Like puzzle pieces that don’t quite

Fit together

I wish they had done this for me

So I could feel their unconscious bliss

I’d take an impious offering

Over nothing at all