Through the gates of heaven
Lies an abyss of stars
Memories flickering like twilight
Onto a crashed scrapheap of souls

Skulls blooming with flowers
A nuclear heart of the prophet beating
Running underpowered

God sits regally on his throne
Rolling his marbles
Seeds dispersed from his fingertips
Light bulbs of brains
Sizzled out with one switch

His legs dangling
Above the universe
As people swarm underneath
Like a colony of ants

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