i heard it's raining fire.
that you can see the buildings breathe
and speak in tongues.
that ground has opened up and the bodies of the dead spill out onto the fresh grass.
that god himself, dressed in a suit and tie, is swallowing children whole.
that he's made up of one hundred percent ego and jealousy.
i heard him knock on my door the other day, he was crying and shouting. i heard him yell,

"i am the ultimate designer, i know what you're thinking, and i know your future! why can't i live here on the planet i created?!"

i calmly whispered back to him through my keyhole,

"because i made you up, you can only live in my imagination."

i looked through that keyhole and watched the overcast disapear, the ground close back up, the buildings grew silent, and the voice at the door was no longer audible.

i walked outside, enjoyed the day, without that man limiting my desires or potential.