If there is a God, let it be in the crocodile

The crocodile that repurposes on the river bed

And refurbishes in the river

See the crocodile devour existence

And now the only thing that exists is the crocodile

And the hunter.

 

If there is a God, let it be in the crocodile

That plunges its leviathan-like teeth

Into the river, after eating poisoned bait

Dark with thirst and survival, the river bottled in poison

To both the crocodile and the hunter,

Oblivion.

 

If there is a God, why should he embody the hunter?

For as the hunter devours the poisoned crocodile

He dies too.

And so does the crocodile.

And so does the river.

And so does the significance.

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