your struggles : mosquitoes hovering around God's heads, barely bothering Him. Sometimes, he kills one of them. And we thank Luck.
your love : one of many cute birds flying over God's mansion. He likes to watch them. But sometimes, when he gets too hungry, he eats one of them. And we cry.
your fears : jokes in God's handbook. He's a real comic. Sometimes, he tears up a page, unsatisfied. And we find peace.
your pain : one of many bottles of whiskey stashed in God's bar. His shrink told Him not to drink. But sometimes, when he's had a bad day, he pours himself a glass. And we thank God.
your life : a cigarette that God smokes slowly, enjoying every drag. We'll actually kill him some day. Together.