God Comes at Me

I shot god, armed.
lil’ reason caught
something stuck
On screaming

Dude, battle cry,
time is yawning
inconsistents
Bye warm bath

For a bit so
How many tiny
Grains of sand
Surpassing

shames bearing
accepting, still
Matures slow
On its own

Un-loaded
But of can’t
Is it wait
So the say

Bear the load
God came at me
With efficiency
Changed us both.

A wonder
Remarkably
Is not such
Us, clearly.

So who then
Creates the gods who make us
Dearly, I
Want to know.

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