Your fiction

Colour me bored with your scripture, like descriptions.
Colour me dull like the plaster walls you´ve put up between us.
Claim to know the universe,
but your boasts are simple fiction.
Call my craft ornate.
Label me faithless like you´ve felt the layers of this heart.
Tis´ your own interpretation your righteous depiction.
Is that where you beg for power?
When that strange aroma wakes you, remember someone ground those beans.
And what you include in his name, he may not agree.
That you tell us how to love, how to live, and breed.
but your boasts are simple fiction.
Scripture descriptions.
Real love doesn´t boast, doesn´t want to be right, but is...
Just is... undeniably!