fluid
"god" is a word.
"god is dead" is three words.
Meaning is fluid, pumping
from three words
to what you believe
I believe.
“guts” is a word.
“I hate your guts” is four words.
I don’t know your guts.
My words are
meaning moving in
your guts.
“Can you taste the venom in my soul?”
I have no soul.
You have no guts
to call your own.
Venom has no taste and
no vessel.
“Guts” is just a word.
“Soul” is just a word.
“god” is
just a word.
God is just.
God is justice.
Justice is a worm.
I have worms in my guts,
God’s guts.
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