Lighters That Don'T Light

high on a hill Elijah spoke and when he was finished all that was left of the sacrifice was smoke and i like the false prophet on the hill perished to the unwillingness of your will though my efforts to call heaven's for a blaze no heat or spark was made all my wealth was spent and yet nothing bought only for a spark of love diligently sought my feelings were poured out but went unloved the sacrifices i made were noticed and forgot it was useless cutting myself to plead seeing now that there is no god who will heed it is as if the time i spent in worship went unused and ignored and all the empty promises that were unkept with in my heart all leapt and vanished like a dream never to be seemed disbelief i have fought with all my being and with all my thought once, i had hope in the dreams we made but they were my dreams alone not the plans that were laid it is his love that commeth down like a serpentine fire that devior all that you have made in its impenaterable cell a holocaust. compleaty burned up your perfect praise that you have given him and my seed left unwatered my gift given but not accepted my time, lent but not used promises heard but not impressed all that is left is a soul bereft but let it be known you caused my death