I am no God

It is you

Them

That makes me, who he is.

I am but a few words

Rounded about a circle

Of a cyclic ball of me

I may say ok,

But that is not.

So now it is clear

How clouded my me is

He's me without a doubt

I am not sure what is

And what it is not

May God help me

If must

Kill me

Or make me be with trust