Divine Playthings

Divine Playthings

I am a god
Looking at my peasants run
Giggling with glee
Watching them flee

I spout floods to take them away
Rain fire to make them pray
They look up and see clouds
I look down at the ants and laugh

With my magnifying glass
They burn, the worms
An experiment on a rock
And they, too stupid to understand

Miserable lives they lead
Endlessly and ever-pondering
Why this cycle always spins
Why only gods can seem to win

They vaccinate my afflictions
Shelter from my disasters
Run from my plagues
And resist death’s decay

The fools
So sad to know that
Only time is stalling
The inevitable epilogue

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