Protheist

The human 

comes through, 

if you dig 

into your tissue. 

We are deeply flawed,

and it is reveled, 

when you cut

into your own

flesh. 

I eat my own,

from the tips of my fingers,

and I think of my soul….

How much 

more different

am I 

than a god?

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