My Soul

The vendor of prayers
Sells God
And someone buys him a gift
And a girl claims him as husband
And there is a weeping child
Who Throws him on the floor like a bicycle 
Leads the angels with one hand
And in the other, he attacks the demons 
With the psray of gods
He paints his robe
And with the experience of merchants, he pushes a clan to their death
And with an endless spring
He, too, does not end..