God walks the plank.
It all started out for shits and giggles,
but each step raised stakes.
Stress. Anxiety. Heart-thumping fear.
By the end, needled by spray,
above churning seas and circling sharks,
God shrieks,
"Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?"
Forgetting it was ever mere conceit.
Again.
It's never been you on a journey of transformational ascension. It's God endlessly cycling between blithe captivation and fraught surrender.
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