i started reading the Bible again
this time, through the lense of all my newfound judgment and sin
catching myself wondering
what i would do
if i were him
if i woke up one morning and were suddenly God
i don't think i'd realize
til i turned the lights back on
i'd still ask permission
say something like
let there be light or
let there be light please
and because i am God
it would be good
the next thing i would do is become aware and afriad
i would need to make some frinds to keep me company
i'd build decoys in my image
and have them describe what they saw in me
not just one
but two or eight billion
just to be a bit cautionary
and immediatley after that
i'd fuck up, alot
i'd struggle with self esteem
and lacking the vocabulary to descrbe myself,
i'd place that burden on my lot
i'd call myself father
then creator
then light
then love
just have them say nothing
with their hands thrown up above
i'd make promises that contradict themselves
loos track of the covenants i keep
i'd get overstimulated by my creations
and grow deafened by their weeps
i'd drown them out
then draw them near
and they wouldn't know what to think
if i woke up in the center of the universe
with a permanent marker in my hand
i'd doodle
i'd scribble
i'd scratch
i'd brand
the canvas would bleed and
i'd do whatever i can to continue my plan
knowing the portrait i draw is the fate of all man
i would sacrafice myself
use my own blood
cover up the mess and start a new
and in an equally, careless brutal manner
i'd mark
i'd claw
i'd bite
i'd chew
i'd do whatever I need to do
just to make my prophecies come true
and after lifetimes of turmoil and self discovery
i'd forgive myself
and just let the world be
because ignorance doesn't stop at heaven's gate
for we all truly know not what we do
including me