Would God commit suicide?: A poem 

I am living my life 

in the plurality of deceit 

not just plurality, but manifold 

This immense pain (torture) 

has killed my forever fluorescence 

I always thought duty  

was a pre-eminent thing 

Would it be a sky that suddenly fell to the floor? 

Even large edifices crumble after being relentlessly eaten by rodents 

Can the death of hope happen with the end of believing? 

Can suicide from helplessness also be considered a martyrdom? 

Is God also susceptible to the vulnerability of futility? 

so much so, that he is willing to sacrifice his immortality 

I could have the imaginings of love 

like a pasture spreading from within 

and expanding out of its own existence and breathing 

Would it face its demise if no one vindicated it? 

That its virtue would be defeated with no one else’s respect for the truth 

But would the mountain flatten on realising his truest love 

was always the weapon (against him) by the greatest liar and deceiver? 

That caused not only faith to die, but caused the death of the faith-keeper