All In a Mortal's Work
God factories abound upon the mountains
and the plans are written in the holy books
but lack consistency from page to page...
reason enough to keep the cubicles apart,
unwired; the laborers are always free
to improvise.
So there are gods for sale
Choose yours.
Some are free of charge
but then the prototypes are never up to date.
Others willingly accept a sacrifice or two
but do expire if not renewed.
There, I just made mine again,
my lump of clay as yet unfired.
Do you like Her? Yes?
It is a pity that I cannot say the same
for yours.
~
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