Self-Proclaimed God

People will talk

You will be given a duty by the self-proclaimed god,

With both hands you will forge a hill

A passerby will come and crush the hill with their foot,

Go about their day.

And you, in agony for your lost work,

will start kicking the surrounding land,

The false God will return,

Catch you in the act,

And say how dare you do kick upon the land

When what I asked was for you to build a hill,

Here you are, carving a hole

You will notice others watching the ordeal

How long were they there?

Did they not see the passerby crush my hill?

Did they not witness my hard work in forging it?

People will note your madness

People will talk

The false God will punish you

And that is what makes them false

How your work was hanging by the thread of results

But the real god will never seek results