I don’t believe in God, but my son does.
To him, God is sixty meter tall monster with crystal spikes who makes the bad robots go away.
Then the bad robots came and cornered us.
I don’t believe in God.
But now I believe in monsters…
I believe in saviors.
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Beautiful poem!! And that God sounds pretty bad ass!!
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Thank you! This one is inspired by a short story outline I want to write someday.
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Well, I’ll look forward to reading it when you do! 👍🍻
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