Gods, Idols and Belief in One's Self

Should I cast
A thousand demons on to the Earth
A thousand angels into the sky

Would that define me?
And signal me-
Would I become marked and scarred?

Could I ever release
The wonderous whims
Fragments of holy vision
From my mind?
Or, would I continue to be lost?

I call Hell
High water
Tides of blood
And it all means nothing

I still pray upon cold feet
Solid hands grasped around dripping candle wax

I've envisioned myself
A perfect entity
A child of God
A heavenly being
A demonic mistake

Plain, ordinary...

I exist beyond all these things