Traffic Button

What if God was like a traffic button, a safety traffic button?

Pedestrian prognosis that yells “higher something”?

An indication of avoiding death

Stop the cars, keep the lights talking, and censor any threats

What if God was a placebo?

Some cross shaped sugar pills

A cross contaminated faith that suits the mentally ill

What if everybody’s sick, in actuality?

Those of faith, the gay, the straight, 

the drunkard that can’t think at the time, 

the Buddhist monk who clears their mind

We’re sick, we need a doctor!
Lord, I'm sick, I need a doctor!
Help us please!

Show the darkness, so that we can see the light

We’re all diseased

In the dark, on our knees,

searching for some keys

God, I consecrate you!

Become my coronation, become my absolute

God was not poured inside an urn

Now let my inner nihilism burn