but why now? i prayed to you before

i shuffled through your names and your practices, they said it would ease me

well, then again, the priests didn't have software. but i'm sure you did when you made this junkpile

so why now. why are you messing with me

did i make you too ugly, too abstract? do you want to be a bearded man in his late fifties?

do you want me to run through the rosary first before i touch the magic pen?

or do you need a hundred oxen and a hundred pieces of lettuce

you're marvelous, god

but you confuse me, often