Him

I pray to HIM, the destroyer Destroying is his purpose singular He reveals the duplicity of a sleeper Not in him, the forceful energy of a waker Yes, I prayed deeply to the destroyer After I saw the works of the creator The creator is everywhere and is all-knower A life-giver but could not make ME a winner. Destroyer loved but was not a lover Barely a parent yet a strict father He bore his stick, He alone could bear life as a householder The world is a multi-faceted creation Plurality, infinity, continuity and no end Nature turned wild and prone to destruction We created zero and the nuclear weapon Creation was contained in finite numbers When numbers don't work go to the network Family, society, nature all inter-locked That's when my very personal God set to work He said to me then Clear the cobwebs and your cupboard Turn off the fire in the sanctum sanctorum Leave me not and look no further Don't try to put the broken pieces of your life together Come to my distant sanctuary Its cold openness beyond the reach of the creator!