God’s View
Gleaming from up high
Looking down upon the
Ants scurrying around
Searching for their
Next meal
As seen through an
Atmosphere
Of a pillowing white
Mass of delicious
Cotton Candy.
Food for the Gods
To feast upon at
Their leisure
Set to the measure
Of a God’s wrath
Or her pleasure.
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