Uno Reverse

I reclaim my peace from a dogmatic god

One that demands a pound of flesh for a crumb of goodness

One that assigns out mercy like a mop, endlessly working with dirty strings attached

Red exposes an asshole god that thinks I owe it fear for my existence

Orange reflects a barren god that cannot create anything of value without me

Yellow manifests an impotent god who naval gazes in a broken mirror, never seeing its true self

Green unveils a heartless god who fucks with creation, like a sadistic cat with a dead mouse

Turquoise speaks of a voiceless god, coveting the praise of singers, like Ursula the sea-witch

Blue illuminates a visionless god that cannot subjugate time and space for its own gain, like a dead Schrödinger's cat

Violet reveals a chaotic god that fecklessly demands the space between Alpha and Omega, like a child playing in alphabet soup

I see all these true colors and their numerology

And now the game shifts. Finally it’s my turn.

So god, uno reverse, draw 4

The color is all of them—it’s you