Hard to be a god. Not honored with a human form. One path, told to kill. A gods eye view of all the shit and puke. Who has to die for who? You die for you. One hand washes the other in blood. Who will bless your actions and cradle you in their palm. Caress your fragile body until the storms calm. Will you be saved knowing you've done wrong? What's your plan of salvation? At the right hand of god. The hand that will crush you.
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