There once was a god.
He could raise up great storms
and throw worlds to doom.
His desire was reality.
And man once said,
that he too could be a god
and was thus slain.
Fire from the depths
and lighting from the sky
hurricanes and blizzards
all crashed into man
and slew him where he stood.
Such damage was done that
only one bird and a couple
of snails survived.
The bird knew it wasn't a god
The snails wouldn't even joke
about something so absurd.
The bird on day, shit
on the shoulder of the god.
The god was too divine to notice.
He was a god.
Still had shit on him, though.