I can feel homes burning

and planets collapsing

I can hear the screams of women and children

& I feel the fear, the chaos, I am a witness to the destruction 
I am also the God orchestrating all this death

and all these people, they look just like me

Not always can I be Gaya, sometimes I need to be Kali

& in moments like this I understand why God wants to smite us

it is not to spite us but to purify us

and sometimes I wish the waters were enough but some things can only be rid of with fire