Ten Gods

If I could create
That will make a god become God.
Will fill half the earth with sage
Fill heads with sagacity and intelligence.
I’ll rest alright,
But that’s after my making is perfected like a Vaughn Gough
Making two sabbaths,
And Friday will be lived longest.
If I was to create,
Air will whirl like the wind
The sun wouldn’t have to scorch in
I’ll make memories disappear
And everyday will be new.
Good and bad, pleasure and pain.
It will only make a god into God.

Hypermind