"God" Poem (Added more lines)

Who is this soldier who did not hold his fire
When the whites of my eyes were shrouded
In fluttering eyelids?
I thought I knew you
Knew you were the steady hand on the wheel
The prow itself
But what kind of captain are you?
Scared sailor with your hand on your mast
Betrayed by your own body
As we are all betrayed
On your knees
Above me
Begging my forgiveness
With the muscles of a demon
And the whites of your eyes
As white as a child's?

My added lines:

Fear not to pull it's trigger
The masked man, the man in the mirror
As you no longer control the epicenter of your own mind
For his imperfections foreshadowed his picture perfect image
Where we know it is not that difficult nor hard to find.  
He the man himself has clouded memories
Of what may have happened that night before
Pounced on God herself and watch her 'pree' (to taste)
On the whiteness of my iris that had been restored