Godshands God, Not he of celestial beauty, But rather The god of humanity Is one of greed. Upon his head sits a crown, One of diamonds and flesh. At his right hand, Money — power At his left, Man. Perched, flickering Centralized upon the highest peak Of his crown Is a flame. A flame That will be used To immolate all. All who oppose, All who resist, All who he, The almighty god Deems unworthy — Problematic. Voices of change, Voices of defiance, Those are the ones Who the Devine swallows In his unrelating fires. And with each burst, His hands meet in prayer. Reuniting the powers And man. Like the god Of salvation, He created. Teachers of his word, And keepers of his teachings. He armed his soldiers And cast them down. They pillaged, Waged wars, And prayed for divinity, So that he might answer Their prayer for cleansing. He heard their pleas And sent forth provisions: Cloaks of white, ...
