God has never finished
His controversy with the land.
God serves only proxy
For what we, victims, understand.
He also serves who stand
And wait on his unvoiced command.
Service is his nature.
Pitched against nature, he seems grand,
But he is us, and we
His puppeteers, his merry band
Who prop him up, costumed,
To command the waves as time's sand.
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