Nightcap

"Maybe god isn't all-merciful.
               Maybe god isn't all-knowing."

"Maybe God's tired."

"Maybe,
                god doesn't exist."

It was the way you said it casually, looking backwards and quietly over your shoulder as you walked away from me.  

(walking away from me!)

A confidence.  A command.  A reward.

How did you know I'd follow?

(Why did I follow?)

I like the way your mind works.

Will you work for me?