God pulls into a run-down motel and pays in cash. God wears a mask and walks slowly down the hallway and the one light bulb is flickering as he turns the key in the door.
Daylight and darkness are real, and seasons,
but everything else is a story…
what i have asked, Lord, you have granted
thank you for the days
for the rays
that fall slanted
across the face
And he had imagined sitting in the evening
with his friend the Devil watching the small
human creatures frolic in the grass. They would
be like children, good natured and always singing.
When had he realized his mistake?
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