To Victor (a song lyric)

To Victor 

(a song lyric)

Coming apart...

I was coming apart at the seams

and it occurred to me

that I 

was made

by a mortal hand.

My mismatched arms,

irregular hands and feet,

just pieces

stolen

for a profane plan.

Our makers are not the same,

I know my maker by his exact name.

If God is your father

then could I not claim

to be

the son of god?

A paradise

or an eternal sleep,

did you steal me from these?

Or did you pull me

from the fires of Hell?

Did you think about me

as anything more

than the winning blow 

in your one sided war 

on death?

Our makers are not the same

I know my maker by his exact name.

If God is your father

then could I not claim

to be

the son of god?

And what sort of god would you be?

A god of horror it would seem to me.

Me, the being,

the body

that proclaims your word

of a light,

striking soulless breath 

into the stolen deaths

of pieced together lives.