The Amnesic Ant
Sitting on the kerb, watching ants toil to death
I bemused myself with a thought,
What if i was god, simply drowned in pleading seas and wanton waters
Not aware of my true visage
Lost and forgotten living life till death
The ultimate homage to my creation living as they do
What if the sacrifice had been too much
A father lets his only son die
Retreated into human insanity
Angels lost in love, demons no longer in fear
Praying to myself or refuting my existence
The lonliest entity seeks a saviour
And no-one to hear The Lords prayer
Just like one of us
watching his ants toil to death
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