Ten million Nuns praying in a closet.
A room filled with drug addicts overdosing just to meet him. They can’t take the pain of living, many just can’t face their fears. They’re addicted.
Rich junkies in a room smoking marijuana, they crave a word from him. For they too eat his ever lasting plants to survive. They thank him as they get high.
Floating through space in a mass outer body experience only to be crashed back down to earth with a numb brain.
Coding the genetic fibers of man who claim to hear his voice even in the wee hours of the night.
Why does the baby cry? Who is the baby smiling at? Where is the baby going and what is the baby doing?
This all happens as the man who created the universe codes and decodes his master projects.
Balls of gases spinning in the darkness of space while oceans flood and innocent people die all while he sits in a mansion playing with marbles hearing their prayers.
Chemically imbalanced humans medicated and studied with visions of seeing him.
So many bloodlines and so many chapters to this story.
A laboratory filled with mad scientist playing with his fumes only to die discovering that life goes on with or without them.
The eye cannot see the creator, nor can the fingers touch him, but his watermarks of work are everywhere.
He stays busy and we’re all just a product of his environment sitting on his shelf.
The man who created the universe.
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