Kukulkan

Feathered god rotting in the canopy
Stone throat packed with centuries of blood and smoke
They said he descended with the wind
I only felt him when the ground started swallowing people

This place doesn’t echo
It grinds
Teeth of limestone
Tongue of mold and heat
The jungle chews through names faster than fire ever could

I stepped over offerings that never consented
Bones polished by ritual
By repetition
By men convincing themselves cruelty had a reason

Kukulkan wasn’t a god
He was an excuse
A beautifully dressed justification for murder
A serpent you could point at
While you slit a throat and called it balance

I found Trinity kneeling where no one asked them to
Planting flags in someone else’s grave
Same disease
Different century
Same hands on the knife

Faith here is sticky
Sweat and blood and piss in the cracks of the stairs
You can smell how desperate it was
How many people begged the sky
And got silence in return

I don’t bow
I don’t translate prayers
I put my boot through the altar
And listen to the past fucking crack

The serpent descends every equinox
They said
So does violence
So does hunger
So does some asshole with a rifle and a mission statement

I’ve seen the murals
I know how this ends
A body on its knees
A crowd pretending it’s sacred

If Kukulkan is watching
Let him choke on what’s left
Let him coil around the ruins
And feel how empty worship really is

I’m not chosen
I’m done
Done carrying the weight of dead gods
Done pretending survival needs permission

The temple doesn’t collapse when I leave
It just exhales
Like it’s relieved someone finally said
Enough

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