South of Nod

Once we glowed with holy light
God’s most faithful underlings,
guiding those who felt contrite
on these now vestigial wings
which, like burnt offerings
dissipated long ago
with acrid stench of bitter woe.

The human race, so arrogant
scorned its ancient pantheon
breaking every covenant
making sure all faith was gone.
Fed up with being just a pawn
they banished each deity
embracing foul depravity.

Exiled to this fiery plane
our Lord’s spirit now resides
within an endless sea of pain
beneath dark, forbidding tides—
when we partake His angst subsides.
Perhaps someday a brand new breed
will pray and soothe our burning need.