The God That Failed

The flames of the pyre have died down
But the embers stoke the fire within
Charring my faith beyond recognition
Just as my mother’s mortal remains.

As the smoke rose heavenwards
And the ashes piled on the stone grate
It was then, I knew,
How the end would come
You will burn our world,
To fill your own
Ashes and smoke,
Is all that would remain.

Why be honest, when I am lied
Why not sin, when the good ones die
Why be just, while sinners prevail
Why should I pray, to the god that failed.

I believed your scriptures, your false words
I gave life, so she could live
Now we are both dead, thanks to you
So all hail, the god that failed.

As I look at you, sitting proud
On your throne, wearing your crown
Kneeling before you, the gullible flock
Committing the sin of self deceit
Looking for hope, from the god that failed

You ignore them, and look at me
As if to say, you have sinned
Now you must repent, if you wish
To reunite with the one I took away

I met his gaze, he looked away
This is what I had to say
What you ask I cannot pay
Even if I could do what you request
I would rather burn
In this life, and the next
Than wash the feet, of the god failed


The flames have died
A sole duty remains
To sift through the ashes, for me to separate
My parents,
Whom I cremated today
One is my mother
So brave and good
The other, my father
The god that failed.