dead ones from above

make a small recall
in the back end of a recurring dream
you will notice...
the Gods!
the same gods.. that once weakened
the same gods that made you an atheist
are back..
now they want your disbelief too..
they once spit from the heavens
and made you hate looking upwards
Now they want your liquified gaze too..
but you have the last laugh
your gaze is no more filled by fluids
They've got dust..raw dusts
because of thousand sleepless nights in desert storms
your eyes no longer look up...
they are beyond ups and downs
the gods once made you kneel..in front of them..
now that you drift like a star..
want to burn your paths
they once again want to feel like gods..
gods always desire to feel like gods
that is what makes them gods..
you are beyond gods
gods are petty...gods are gods
gods are lustful
gods are dogs
you are beyond lust and bones
you are alive
gods are dead