Cavities Immovable
I was god, a self-creator
eyes locked at my hands
recalling why I made them
I begin to understand
again, their end;
to construct and destroy
as I please
I was god, immovable
when I remembered that
we are the truth
you could be a god too
you just have to remember
what your body's for
because hands can't be tools
if they're filled with want
grasping means with means
confusing needs with needs
so if you want to be saved
remember gods can save themselves
