The Product Of The Gods Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Product Of The Gods


Life goes, a ceremony of stars,
First, incandesed, first the colors,
What unbelievable russets,
What unbelievable outbursts,

The volcano of Mother Earth,
The fiery pit ofthe TNTs,

The atom bombs of God,
Divinely devious
destruction,
like an apocalyse of the stars,

The seams of the eyeballs,
Too much light,
too much of an explosive power,
that a living encounters,

Glorious, overpowering
awesomeness,
Some days,
numeration,
a once in a picador
access,

To every joke understated,
Everything out of the ordinary
showcase of the
final disentegration
of a human star,

Born from hell fire,
returns the ailing star,
Brimstone, failing God,
faulty rockets
to the everlasting
humans, adventures,

Everlasting graveyards
of the astrology,
The final resting
burial of the living source,

The light of the star
and you are searching
for rest for a damaged body
with an expiry,

Relinguest cessations
of everything,
any thing usable,

As this was
this lie a source of
energy,

The product of the Gods,