LITTLE GODS

Oh the vanity put on parade
when smug spirits
strut a peacock pace with such arrogance,
nose touching the idea of a heaven
seen in the mirror’s reflection,
earth an altar before the greatness,
at least in the mind,
feeling perfect and divine.

Humanity just lesser hearts
prepared for sacrifice,
altar upon the lips
easily kills every life,
because one sits upon a throne
and wherever one visits
was intended by destiny
to be a personal paradise.

Salvation is the approval given
unto all the unworthy
who come before one’s temple,
which even the sun orbits in one’s view
day existing just for one’s amusement.

Hell is the place people are banished
that fail to honor
one’s sense of being a deity.

So live the little gods,
immortal only for a season,
thought the world was their possession,
but find out they were just leasing
and the Lord holds the grant deed,
collecting their rent in eternity.