Making The Gods Mortal Poem by Brute da Poet

hey I've heard of you
from the multitude of people worshiping your name
but i need to know what makes you so..... omnipotent
you proudly exclaim that you create life
excuse me for snickering but follow me to what mortals call a hospital
see that woman in with a newborn in her arms?
thats life that she and another mortal made.... not you
you are shaken and cause a storm to distract me
you arrogantly say you keep life
sorry if i find that funny too but follow me to a mortal doctor
funny
the doctor cures the patient but the fool is still thanking you
you are rattled as your storm clears up
and nervously say you can take life
and now you hear a howl of laughter come from me
see here in my hand
is second most powerful weapon to anything and can really take life
you wonder what the first is
it's the same weapon that made you mortal
reason