People fall upon the ground
While you walk across the sea
And gather up your little fish
For all to see but me.
Then I hear of all the parties
And the drinking that you do
So I can’t help but wonder why
They believe in you.
The people would forgive you
No matter what you took
But your living off of others
Makes you no different than a crook.
You told them all some stories
That spread across this place
But if you really are a god
Then show me your real face.
I didn’t think so.
©ronvdm777
Dec 2019
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