the relationship

god

is

upstairs.


and I,
I'm a little bit frustrated.


what's a fish to water?
after all.

and la-oh-la-di-la.
he's whispering in my ear,
he's crying out for
mercy.
he wants to be let go
but I will not relinquish
this firm grasp I hold over
religion.


god
has
fallen

just as many did before Him.