A Conversation With 'God' Poem by Samael Wolf

Why don't you do your own dirty work,
let Satan take the blame
is it all glory and no shame?

'He shrugs'

All your 'chosen' fight amongst themselves
about who is right
and who are the 'sinners',
where is your 'divine guiding light'
to show them the 'true way'?

'He coughs and looks away'

I must be insistant
to call into question
your very existance
since you offer no answers
this or any day.

'He begins to fade'

You can attempt to evade
hide in the shade,
and never claim
guilt or blame
for all the things you have wrought.
As this mind it serves
me to remember that you
were created by mortals.

Perfect beings created by
imperfect animals makes
for bold claims and abject lies.
Banished are you,
to the minds of imbeciles
and fools
for they are the ones
who created you
many years ago.

'He is gone'