With fire and hell, brimstone breathing sulfur fumes burning eyes she cries out, she cries out, she proclaims as some great cruel force not named love she says:
I AM GOD
Thus she spake. Indeed she did. So we go to hell in a handbasket, to hell, to hell without a handle on the basket.
I AM GOD
Thus he spake. To hell with you! To hell, to hell, with sinners oh ye mortals mine. I gave you life you little girl I can take it away just fine, and in my time, MY time.
I AM GOD (there are no multitudes).
AM I GOD?
So they ask, the children, eyes bigger than anime characters, more hollow than Ettore DeGrazia faces of Jesus of Children of Earth: All haunted masks watching the dead dance across the panoramic vista of our lives.
I AM NOT GOD the child realizes, faces the father the mother the ancestral line. She cuts, he bleeds. He starts a fire, she is the burnt child.
I AM NOT GOD the child knows, for god would save god would save
god would SURELY save.
There is a list we call commandments
LOVE AND HONOR god, father, mother
But there is no corollary, no analog no dialog no GOD
if LOVE AND HONOR of the child
is not equal to and perhaps closer
to ANY GOD
Why continue the cut, the bleed, the fire, the burn?
Gods lie. Honor thy CHILDREN
Honor Honor LOVE Protect ALWAYS
The blessing that you were given
From the UNIVERSE
where lies, and gods
do NOT cut do NOT bleed
do NOT catch fire
do not burn.