They roam around as if zombies
With burnt and rotten skin
They fumigate critters with their stench
Mindless thirsty creatures
Some carry heavy recycling bins
Some carry sharp knives and guns with sins
Some carry signs with sorry quotes
“Looking for a job”, “Help, I’m starving”
The poor slaves
They suffer to repay a debt they owe
To their ruthless god
The one they devout their lives to
God addiction
Those who serve him, serve him forever
And those who serve him
Are also his messengers
To convert their friends and families
To turn allies into enemies
To turn pastors into thieves
Saint into sinners
Blessings into curses
He is the God that torments all Humanities
He is NYaope
But he is not without weakness
To free those he oppresses
He is weakened by humanity and kindness
Unfortunately
Those who serve him
Will never be given kindness
As humanity has already lost all hope in them