Slam hammering

Having heart torn to pieces

In front, inside

Anger boils up

through the tears

not alone

more than lonely

Out back, still inside

Questioning the omnipresence

of the presumed

spiritual guide

legislating

this reckless ride

and 

Who’s navigating

and

to what metaphysical end

Karmic repentance

to pay for the privilege

of sacrilege

Lacking horns

as well as crown of thorns

Ready or not for it

Pyre soon to be lit

Slam hammering

left to pick up all the pieces