Immovable - Cavities

I was god, a self-Creator

Eyes locked at my hands

Recalling why I made them

I begin to understand

Again, their end;

To construct and destroy

As I please

I was god, immovable

When I remembered that

We are the truth

You could be a god too

You just have to remember

What your body’s for

Because hands can’t be tools

If they’re filled with want

Grasping means with means

Confusing needs with needs

So if you want to be saved

Remember gods can save themselves