Jordan Minga Poet Rhyme

God Playing God

Dark clouds, 
The bang of thunder. 

Man, I wonder, 
What monster rises from the horizon 
With a wild and windy winter chill.

Must be a storm,
Zeus coming in for the kill.

Throwing bolts of lightning
 like serial killers throw knifes,
It’s intention to end lives. 

It’s bolts boiling brains 
With the heat of summer. 

Making me go insane 
“I want it’s power”.

The evil in it’s eyes, 
The smile on it’s face,
Guilt there wasn’t a trace.

Villagers, piss pants and run
From a thing more ruthless than Attila the Hun.
 
It must have been funny,
It was hunting season 
And we were the bunnies.

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Beata Agustin October 11, 2025 at 10:44 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.