CRUEL KIWI BIRDS

a tasty pork chop
a few hard nails
a few many thousand well-chosen words
may suffice to kill a god
yeah!

a good brush, some ink and paper
a sharp knife and a good piece of wood, maybe some paint
a little bit of love or maybe a mirror
may suffice to bring any god back to life
yeah! yeah!

if the dead god resists resurrection, try a
mathematical formula or a
magician’s trick: Here is
a
rope. . .
It looks like there is no knot. . .
suddenly you discover there is a knot
The real wonder is that there is no magician. . .
The rope itself performs the trick

twisting reality
. . .
bending reality

indeed Miss Reality seems always ready to bend over for Mister God to visit her

“Anyway I don’t need any god.” somebody thought
Well, we neither. . .
But god or gods keep coming back
Maybe they need us?
Us, the cruel kiwi birds!

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[Picture: Dead One Alive by reading_is_dangerous]