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a hero to the devil

By B.I. Kukla
it wasn't God, or your pastor or your wife
but your daytime mother
sweet, lovely and well trusted
who showed you an easy heaven
opened by freedom of indulgence
and silencing your own heart
and you were bold and shameless
not recognizing any stop signs
so proud to have lost your moral spine
having repelled blame and remorse
you gladly moved from bad to worse

//you, who think you have outsmarted God
you might have tricked yourself out of sanity
calling evil good and good evil
and for that to hold true in despair and in reason
how treacherous to itself your mind has to be?//

you were bold and shameless
leading your friends through the lands
of desperate fantasies of God’s rejects
and having them smile all the way

have you noticed when you crossed the point of no return?

by risking your life for someone else’s fantasy
as though players don’t get played
as though your bed does not repel God’s mercy
as though your name was not erased
from the only book that matters
what will you have to show in the end?
will anyone care how much you flattered?
how much you pleased to dominate your flock?
how many bullets you dodged as a debt collector?
how devoted you were in your own private sector?
whom will you impress with the beast’s crown,
when your soul is no longer your own?



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