Forgotten God

The heights have turned their hollow gaze away, No judgment falls, no celestial sway. The self, a lone and fractured, judging eye, Where heaven's echoes fade, and demons lie. Hell's vacant throne, a chilling, empty space, The devils walk, with every human face. The burning truth, a heaven's fiery tear, More real than dawn, or whispered, pious fear. This broken world, adrift, without a guide, A silent spiral, where destinies collide. No watchful star, no guiding, gentle hand, Just ruin's march, across a barren land.