Yes, my dear,
You’re exactly like God
You’re exactly like God
In the following way
You demand to be worshipped,
With no return on investment
And you angrily smite those
Who don’t bow and pray
Yes, my dear,
You’re just like the Divine
You’re like the Divine,
And the way I can tell
Is that I walked away
From it, and from you
And having done so,
I’m no longer in hell
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
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Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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