Man Of God

Even when he is asleep

They all know who he his

They can feel the air become hot from each of his breaths

They can feel his gaze piercing through their existence of lies when he opens his eyes

They can feel the rumbling of his footsteps through the degenerate rot which is left of them when he steps

Even when he does not know himself they still know who he is, his soul, his name yet not their own

They will always watch him

They will always become afraid

They will always try to kill him in his sleep

But it is too late for them

When the MAN OF GOD finally wakes