Hello God (a poem)

Hello God:
The gods are not awake without a name
Call again, call again, the congregation cried
Who stood tough when a heathen, on bended knee wept
In brevity was no longer in self the same
The falling in the rising makes the game
Fail amore, fail amore, the fans lend their cheer
Then upon the bloodied and bruised rested the weight
In deathly rising they hailed, this is fame
Say hello to God, He’s with you!

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