Go ahead; Summon That Weakling God of Yours

Summon the wrath of your god. Try to
Hurt me. This being of yours, whether
Master or servant, is loathsome, a bigot,
A sexist, a hardhearted monster who
Says he's in favor of peace, but seems
Fonder of mayhem and war. If he had
Half of my power, I'd fear him, as I do
You and your mindless associates,
But he is weaker than I am, by far,
Because I am the one who exists.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-02 at 17:52

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