Him- Blind Follower Poem by Wamii Flyer

You say God doesn't exist
But what is this divine body before me?

Recklessly bluffing his life away
Each sentence is a brand-new crime

A meage alibi
Spilling from his vile lips

No room left for negotiation
A disordered atmosphere fills the air

His cocky face, illuminated by the fixed light
Senseless eyes judging me erratically

Hindering my ability to make him confess
Shit, who's the one interrogating?

His tender hands holding my strings
Pulling to his liking

Digging his claws
Deep into my sealed fate

Like a broken record,
My soul is roaring for justice

This interrogation room
Gradually turning into my coffin

My most vital case
Comes to a close with a gunshot

It all leaks out from my stomach
Onto my notes

Using my gun
As an instrument for this crime, clever

Kicking away from his chair
He slowly makes his way in front of mine

We meet eyes one last time
As he directs the muzzle at my forehead

''What are you? ''
''Your God.''