Hard to be God

And believe, that to be sure should:
And wind, and evergreen arborvitae,
When I think that maybe
And God remembers me in vain.

And wear his clothes,
And trying on his awards,
But thuja by itself, as before,
And the wind, apparently, that it is necessary.

Get used to the role and move on
Non-stop without a break,
And recall, that was before,
Well, before the big Bang.

And in this mental whirl
I change like reagents in a flask...
And you, please, I don't believe,
When I say it, like I remember something.