Idols fall one by one.
Purged by a loving God.
Ripped from my heart
Like a barbed hook.
I see them sitting
On the shelf of my heart
Demanding sacrifice
Wanting my soul
With every look.
I am consumed
Taken
And eaten alive.
Shoveled into the mouths
Of those which cannot speak
Or hear my screams.
Never satisfied
They offer no mercy
Feasting endlessly
On my bones.
I am blind
I see but a few
In darkness they reside
Churned ceaselessly
From my heart inside.
Some grotesque
Some veiled in beauty
Large and small
All with one goal:
To destroy me.
Hour by hour
I require delivery
Safety
A shield
A Savior from the wretched mouths
Of these wicked beasts
Of my own making.
Little gods
Insatiable
Built in my heart
Pernicious
Obstinate
Devouring my time
My thoughts
My energy,
Replacing what is good
With the less than
And the outright evil.
