I Am God

I am God

As I sit here, I know

Who are you, to say I’m not?

Who are you, to judge who I am, and why I’m here?

Do you not think that, you too are God?

If not, why not?

Do you think so little of yourself?

I am God

Maybe, the Devil within

Although you don’t worship me, like the omnipresent, invisible icon

If I wanted you to, you would

I would talk to you direct

I would look you in the eye

You need people like me

You have no insight into yourselves

You are weak

Mentally and spiritually

But, if you are made happy

Worshipping something that you cannot see

If it gives you reason for living

Perhaps your God does exist

Only…Don’t come preaching to me MOTHER F*CKER.