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deus does not exist.
but if he does,
he lives in the sky above me,
in the fattest largest cloud
up there.
he is whiter than white
and cleaner than clean.
he wants to reach me.
deus does not exist.
but if he does,
i always notice him.
getting ready
in his airy room.
he is picking his gloves so gently off.
he wants to touch me.
i'm walking humbly down a tiny street.
pulling my collar
it gets bigger.

i once met him.
it really surprised me.
he put me in a bath tub.
made me squeeky clean.
really clean.

to create a univers
you must taste the forbidden fruit.

he said hi.
i said hi.
i was still clean.

deus does not exist.
but if he does,
he'd want to get down from that cloud.
first marzipan fingers
then marble hands.
more silent than silence
and slower than slow.
diving towards me.
my collar is huge room
for two hands,
they start at the chest
and move slowly down.

i thought i had seen everything.
he wasn't white and fluffy.
he just had sideburns.
he just had sideburns.
and a quiff.
he said hi.
i said hi.
i was still clean.
i was squeeky clean.
i was surprised.
just as you would be.

deus deus.
he does not exist.
deus deus.
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