Don’t fret, he crooned, it’s all in the grand design,
Trust in cosmic consciousness and let our burdens entwine.
He lent a friendly ear, claimed he truly understood,
Unlike those others, who never quite could.
Don’t stress, he coaxed, it’s all His gentle show,
Help me on an errand, in the car its not far to go.
A quick stop for a drink at a hotel, out of sight,
Just a spot of business upstairs – come on, it won’t bite.
Don’t panic, he breathed, it’s all flowing as He deems,
As his hands clawed her underwear, tearing the seams
Don’t worry, whispered she, this is all divine play,
Acrid smoke from the muzzle drifting past his dismay.