Revelation

“The Lord spits out
the tepid and lukewarm”
It’s Sunday
Again
Sitting at the place most holy
Surrounded by its light
Yet I’ve grown numb to its warmth
Slowly
Sinking into nihility
Annihilation
Nigh is my destiny
I have accepted already
The preacher
Condemning the hypocrisy
Sitting in front of him
Who was taught to hate oneself
“Same repels same”
“Like dissolves like”
I was attracted
Yet I did not dissolve
They made me feel this tiny
Until I became tepid, lukewarm
This poem too
Will be branded like me
No rhythm
Some rhymes
Sometimes
Sinful
Heresy
Such is my life
I have accepted already
Sinking deeper
Like sunset sinks
Sunders the sea
“Let us stand for the benediction”
I awoke to this reality
What can one do
When this want
Was not chosen
But something born with
I can’t help but question
When the Lord created me
Did He see that I was good?