The human mind is delicate, true,
but is as easy to mold as clay.
Especially when desires take control.
I swept into their hearts
and began to fill their souls with my wisdom.
If you were to ask, they would say they've been touched by God,
or maybe an angel;
maybe they'd say they were being possessed.
It doesn't matter.
I had gotten a foot in the door;
I had believers, people who would,
over time, of course,
die for me if they believed there was such a need.
Becoming God isn't as hard as I had assumed.