Why don’t you
Love Me?
I see
In your heart
This terrible thing.
You who
Cross your breast
And speak of Me
In words you
Make up
Like so much
You don’t
Know Me.
You make up
A God you
One who does
What you conceive,
Your God
Thinks like you.
Haven’t I proven
All of you
Do not think
Like Me.
You are corrupt,
Banal, beneath.
That’s why you
Create and worship
Beastly, corrupt
Things like you.
Can the creator
Can you?

You don’t
Know Me.
I know you.
Stop creating images
To cover you.
Stand before truth.
I see you.