NEVER A DAY
WHO DECIDED god WOULD RULE ALL OF HEAVEN AND EARTH?
THAT god WOULD BE A GOOD, FAIR, JUST DICTATOR?
HOW DID god EARN A PLACE IN HEAVEN, THE UNTOUCHABLE, THE BLESSED
I HEAR YOU, SPUTTERING
“HE DIDNT HAVE TO EARN HIS PLACE” YOU SAID,
“DONT CALL HIM A DICTATOR,
HE’S god. “
(WHO SAID god IS A MAN ANYWAY?)
OKAY
OKAY
WHY CANT I BE god INSTEAD?
OR YOU?
(YOUD BE A BAD god IM SO SORRY)
TELL ME WHY TELL ME WHO DECIDED?
DID YOU?
DID I?
WHODECIDEDDIDYOUDIDI?
I SCREAM, I SHOUTED, MY VOICE WAS RAW, KNUCKLES BLOODY (BLISSFUL ALMOST), I AM SHAKING
god TOLD ME THEN, IT WAS CLEAR
I COULD NOT BE god BECAUSE I DO NOT ACCEPT THE FALL FROM GRACE
THE TRAGEICCC TRAJECTYYORY
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