A spark.
A friendly word.
A shared laugh.
A good joke.
We have something in common.
A take on poetry.
A mutually loved book.
Another good joke.
A midnight talk.
We do sound alike.
A talk.
A take on romance.
A cozy feeling.
A warm thought.
We could…you know.
A clash.
A conflict.
A difference
A confusion.
We cannot go on. Not like this.
It's your morbid sense of humour.
It's your stance on religion.
It's my conflict with myself.
Oh no, wait. It's you.
I have a friend, who’s an atheist. But you're different.
It's wrong.
Your path is different.
You are pagan.
But I will not even call you that.
Let me put it into words.
We clash at religion.
He told me I was wrong.
Your gods are different.
Good bye.
I'll stop reading you.
I promised
I would help you
In any way
I can.
My heart of hearts,
What are you doing with me?
Your words come
From a place beyond.
But I like you too much.
Let me drag god into this.
Let me be your Diocletian.
Let me burn you.
For being free and tolerant.
Let me be your Judas.
Damn you.
Be Judas.
If you think
That He is keen on betrayals.
Get out.
Let me mourn you.
I fucking deserve it.
I deserve a mourning.
But there'll be a wake, too.
And on the third day…
