Today, I think that God is a man and His eyes are the color of an army.
He is walking forward in a single file line executing women and children, leaving only the men.
It is a war where men are recruited to plant seeds that will grow trees of Good and Evil in front of every home.
When they are fully grown, I think that God and his army will sit around it and laugh
and think up the finest temptations to partake of as they sip whisky from fermented tears.
Who is left to cut the trees down in an attempt to pave a driveway toward some kind of salvation?
Today, I think that God is a man
in uniform with a cigarette burning in his left hand.