Generation X

This is my time
my generation
my explosion on the world.

These words are my thunder
belting out my existence in a rage of static and white noise.

I will forgive you for missing
the birth of a god
for it is so commonplace

but I can not forgive
you spitting on yourself

You who could wield the lightning bolt
and stand against the torrents and the tempest

You who would be holy atop mountain
or down in the depths of the lowest vale.

You
whom I so carefully selected
to love.

If you are not worthy
then I am not
stand tall and be honored
honor me

Duty dictates that this
rumbling is the way of love
amongst the gods.