Thus Spake Spit (A Poem)

A small light in these dark caves, for now enough to save from extinction

Slowly…igniting and turning into a dragon’s breath

I come from there, the thought of where itself will frighten you of thinking forever.

These fires will burn and burn…drift and drift

on it’s way, burning the heavens itself

The same heavens, you lust for, and kneel down or bend over for!

See…

you are constructed with codes of geometric perfection

I have been spit due to lack of inclination.

If you are an atheist, then I am God

If you contempt on barks then I am as good as a Dog!

You ascended into the mountains,

I descended into the caves.

For you heavens are dearer

for me darkness is nearer.

Soon..when your mountains and heavens have burned and turned

into thick dark clouds overhead

then…

when you finally see what I see

and shiver at the sight of raw darkness:

I Will be your God and show you that light

and watch as you learn to levitate and rise beyond and smile at death forever…

Bless you!

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