We Will Tear Down the Gods

Crimson droplets seep
 Into the gleaming creek
 It breathes heavily
 And releases a sigh
 We will tear down the gods
 An old oak stares at me
 It points to the sky
 The Sun shines down
 It shows me a face
 Weighed down by the fog
 The creek wheezes as night falls
 It screams as dawn rises
 Terrified of the Sun
 Familiar gaze
 In those eyes
 They were empty
 Exhausted and defeated
 I imagine the fog
 As it creeps into my lungs
 And slowly suffocates me
 Leaving my body behind
 I envision the Sun
 Burning me alive
 Scorching me
 Until only ashes remain
 I hold in my hands
 A pointed stone
 I think of carving the final words
 Into my flesh
 Yet something always holds me back
 And I pray
 To whatever God there is
 That it always will