sexta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2025

God cannot be found in a slurpie

 You were one freak of nature
Admiration apart
one moment you blasted the idea of God
Misfortunes and ambition what a weave

Quoting the bible like a frantic pastor
saying what kind of a creator
would leave a world in such a state
It's a king, a bishop and check mate

You were such a freak of nature
off you went rocket boosters attached
leaving us all behind in the smoke of it
no tithing for the parasite pew brokers

i would ask you
What if God was nothing like they said
What if he was the honesty in life's brutality
The mystery in the unexplainable

not some delightful sermon
not some hebrew dogma
Not some mind control syrup
filling up the slurpie

I've come to know myself as a freak of nature too
One as bold and overconfident as you
But i saw God on a hill one day
he was shrub then the barking dog, the fence between

God was the air the thought of it, of him

Of myself light or heavy

falling off the earth like fruit toward the ground

bouncing into the river

I saw god in the twinkle of the ripple

it was a freak of nature like myself

holding the gaze of the sun

reflecting the bird shadow

But you never had anytime for that sort of God did you?






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