21st Century God

Oh blue light you, 21st century god,
carved of fell, wire and bloodied sap 
- finite wilderness to your vast tree of thought. 
He who dismantled the once reigning matron.

Carved of fell, wire and bloodied sap, 
1001 eyes look on- 
he who dismantled the once reigning matron.
- please, restrain your tongue for absentee justice.

1001 spectatorial ears. 
Artificial wilderness for your empty words, 
Restrain your theatrical fangs for they are blunt. 
Oh blue light, evil you.