I saw you walking.
You were minding your own business--
On a mission to transport goods back to the colony.
You were stuck in no-ant's land.
You had no idea.
I picked up a quarter.
I wanted to play--
No thought of anything else at the time.
I was bored.
Idol hands cause destruction.
Instructions of the devil's plans in our palms.
You died.
I cried.
Thinking of the metaphor,
Of us being gods to insects.
But realizing,
God would never do this.
shalom.
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