He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.