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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