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.
Copyright © Jordan Minga | Year Posted 2016
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