Assuming...

Why are you a rubble?

Why a dissatisfied human?

Why do you follow noises inside your head?

Why do you build questions around yourself?

Pause. Stop grimacing.

Hear me out.

Sift me from the voices in your head.

Listen and Obey.

Wait for my words.

Sit clasping those hands.

Do not yawn.

Do not talk.

I am in you.

And your soul has strings to my soul.

Are you in pain?

Are you fine?

I suppose I know.

I suppose I could help.

I suppose you've found out.

I am God.