XVIII.

I had a dream last night that God had died.
Some laughed and joked while others cried.
Some danced and sang to God's defeat.
Some mourned the Savior they'd never meet.
"We are our own gods now!" I heard some proclaim.
They said, "We'll never bow to another name."
We had slain our God to become alive and free.
How quickly we found that we were still empty.