oh right...
within the confines of
deus ex machina:
i don't believe in god
because god
censored me: "censored"...
and deleted my poems
so...
well: god is my number
one fan...
so he keeps the succulent
worded juices
for himself
and equipped
with the knowledge of AI
summarises me:
"censors" me...
           it shouldn't be so difficult
but my vanity probes me
in a direction: otherwise:
o.k.
it will take time:
getting used to
a god being reciprocative.
alligned seriousness
without plumbing or
carpentry
just this Hades and its cerberus;
with daughter:
Roman... "borrowed":
archetypical: SPHINX.