GOD OF THE GROUND (Boards of canada geogaddi inspired poem)

Go outside to the playground and stare to
Each their
Own desire to stare at the
Godless wasteland that lies beyond the
Asphalt and stares at us with
Derilict eyes forever
Damned to repeat
Itself forever

God watches on from the ground with its hopes
Of rising one day from its
Dirt tomb

Only then can it
Florish

God can florish
Revile in its glory surrounded with the cheers
Of children
Unholy children that worship it
Never to be seen again