The Disease Of Gods

by BOB GALLO   Feb 13, 2022


Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world
in the course of all our actions.

Since our decisions,
how personal and selfish,
could be driven from beyond
our selves and instincts.

Since whatever we draw
or paint
crystallizes in the chandelier of
the Sistine Chapel of our concerted ceiling.

Since nature do not decide for our souls.

Since we
are infected with the disease of Gods:
decision.

Since we are particle
of painting and creating
the creation.

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