God

unfeeling he sits
stonyfaced uncaring
does he exist
or does he not

cold rigid death
climbing vines
devouring souls
ululating high

does he love you or me
or is it just a tool
to enslave
our feeble minds

long tailed birds
flowing wind
opalescent dew drops
on fresh grass

beautiful maidens
rosy lips
large fluttering eye
sseducing hips

pink snow on peaks
untouched by hand
purple lights
in no man's land

fresh breezes
jasmine highs
meadows rolling
onto the sea

golden sunsets
misty dusks
beating hearts
racing lust

shadows of the
lurking dark
casting light
in the human soul

is this the end
or just an illusion
God made
or just confusion?