I like the idea of God having an ******
God stroking his **** to internet ****
And galaxies shooting out the end of his ****.
Oh, yeah, here comes the Milky Way
Or maybe he uses black holes like a fleshjack
spewing  cosmic *** into a parallel universe.

Would we all experience God’s ******?
“The little death” as the French like to say
God’s toes pointed and his eyes shut tight
All of us bathed in his celestial seed
Fading out for a time
Fading away from the incessant
Prayers and hymns
Levied against him in a non-stop onslaught
Of need need need.
Floating endless unaware
Devoid of conscious or thought
For a time… a short time
Until the world floods back in
The suns re-ignite, the planets regain their orbits
And we all feel gravity’s pull
Holding us down
once again.