They traversed a diverse universe of meticulous perfection
But now my creations headed in a stupid and ridiculous direction
Pessimistic infections; is this how I am indemnified for my work
Emissary defections; my makings are now identified as bezerk
Highest plateau of the learned, mortals haven't been there in a while
But instead they are lead into a portal to despair and denial
Ill repair them with trials; a trip to hell and back could be the remedy
Send em to Confession. Make a peasants last chat with my emissr'y
Or take on an identity, send a second Messiah to spread the Word
Maybe kill entertainment; since elected Geisha's misled the world
. . Or instead I'll burn Earth . .
I will - destroy the sinners and visit Noah's little ancient bloodline
Tell him to create the Ark again, to change his stoic situation to a crunchtime
Perhaps ill put up a crucifix to the nations underlying sinners and traitors
Practicing sinning behavior, that'll make them stop belittling saviors
The attrition is savored, but I will break the promise I gave Noah
Earthquakes and floods to make the tectonics behave slower
Supersonic rain showers, breaching the ozone and the skin of wretches
On my command nature will leave the devote alone but distill the witches
Ill leave earth filled with riches, only the purest devotees will survive
Disturbed enemies of mine will be smite by the mighty hands of Thine
The Aphrodite's of the time, but only of the mind, will run the planet
The meek shall inherit the earth, and step above the damage
Love the chances....
The chance for pure minds to rule so Ill get perturbed slower
For I am god, and these wreteched sinners are the burden on my shoulders