god doesnt think
that i exist
she is agnostic
to my presence
a blindspot when
she looks down on
the insipid mess
that is creation
hurling stones
at glass houses
because there is
nothing else to do
until the inevitable
end that slowly
crawls for us all
as she sits silent
headphones on
listening to
bubblegum pop
passively ignoring
heartfelt prayers
and casually smiting
those that exert
the free will
she gave as a joke

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