Tiger God

We're made from stardust, I'm told. A sparkling constellation of consciousness. Battling one another, sniffing out the jugular. Swirling toward the blackest hole. God is out there. somewhere. Kneading another star into form. Tilling black skies, sprinkling seeds. Watering the sprout so perfectly. Are we the forgotten ones? The orb of cannibals and lambs. Set ablaze in a pond of id and oily greed. While hope turns its golden head. Setting fire to silver seas. Now the stardust is sprinkled in blood. The scent blasting the nostril of God. He rises slowly from the potter's wheel. We've thoroughly reddened the eyes. He dons a shawl of tiger stripes. With one grand swipe, separates the lavender of love. From the chain of gnashing lie.