If I thought
for one moment
you would betray me,
I would cut you off
and leave you to rot,
to fester and tear open
under the weight
of your bloated hubris.
If I thought
for an instant
you couldn’t be trusted,
I would slit you open
from tongue to touché,
letting your spoiled innards
hit the floor
to steam at the feet
of everyone coming after you,
to serve as a warning
to my worshippers:
never lie,
never cheat,
never steal.
Even the thought of it
will be enough
to not only cast you out,
but let you burn.
