The Angel (A god who renounced his faith)
You asked me what I would like to be in your eyes,
I said: God.
For a time I granted you favours and punished you.
Were you fleeing my grief, when you failed to tell me
That you had a cuckold Lord bestowing gifts upon you all the while?
How you could not accept my seal stamped on your brow
When you were so set on veneration?
And did you think creating you was such a little thing?
Son of a bitch,
Why let me plow when you meant to burn the fields?