A-Theist
by Prajwal Panthi (074BCE105)
Whom should I worship?
The Gods I do not see,
Or the demons that are close to me.
A piece of me binds to the crooked place,
Where insects crawl all over the floor,
And the smell is enough to cause a disease.
Yet I’d rather stay here than the reality I see,
Where the strong prey upon the weak,
And the pious fraud innocent beings.
My skin’s layered out now, a new one has grown.
Red and covered with blood,
The Demon-God I’ve become.
Slowly I feel the power build inside me, a trident now I carry.
I cast lightning upon the earth-
Silence, no human beings remain.
With the trident I pierce my heart, I feel no pain.
My soul breathes the last, and before my final blink I see:
Mother Earth thank me, greenery spread out slowly.
Prajwal Panthi
074BCE105
Pulchowk Campus