I'm not sure how I'd feel about the power:
Having frantic mortals always cower
As they address you would be very odd.
So too would be the times that some poor sod
Rants on and on at you, hour by hour
About some minor thing, like a cold shower,
While you try to restrain your crushing rod
For power brings with it (or ought to bring)
Responsibilities that counterweigh
What might, at first, appear a pure indulgence:
Perhaps that's why God, being everything,
Does not appear to us in any way
That might reveal their terrible effulgence.
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