i will be god tomorrow
Ghost with a body
Sees without eyes
Whispering profanities
Always threatening
Always roiling
Telling me to take the low road,
six feet under.
This journey under God
One life under God
Am I God?
No, child, not today
Maybe I will be God tomorrow.
Today is my day off.
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