and huts and homes
and bodies and limbs
and forests and mosques
and temples and roses
and smiles and witnesses?
and then you appease your fires
and My wounds
your abuses
and MY wounds
your adoration
and MY wounds
your words
and MY wounds?
you flaunt your rosary
but your albatross cries
it cries of your stupidity
of creating
destroying
recreating
accepting
nullifying
taking and untaking
it cries of your not knowing.
of crushing roses in your leaden palms
and then camouflaging your hand with blood
you think it will shield it
you think they look the same?
your palms
the lines, the veins, the wires
the destinies, enmeshed and hidden
you rub your hands together
and you clap? for an eternity?
and you clap in front of ME?
You think I fancy this farce
your flawed antics
your role playing
your hide and seek?
(well you dont seek anymore, do you?)
you make unmake,
what you cannot make
you overreach your sands ticking your tired time
your empty homes and glorious shrines
what are you doing spilling ink over My epics?
Being God.you.being.?
Ah well
let Me be.Me.Only.
just fight your own wars
but none for Me!!!
and none with Me!!!
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