Now I’m here I’ll make it clear
Life was created and so was death
But with the creation of the human race
Will anything be left?
You do as you choose and what you please
Cause pain and spread disease
Flood the land and burn the trees
Create chaos international unease.
They call you, ‘God Almighty’
Father of this race
But your might is existential
And no longer has a place.
The people pray, in faith they lay
On hope you give, in faith you live
You’re over-praised, a long term phase
From such a power hell was raised.
From birth I rose, a religious foe A
Christian birth, for not it’s worth
A son of God, but flesh and blood
But out of control from powers above.
Yes, I am a killer
Not out of my free-will
It’s how I was created
I can’t help how I feel
People suffer, but do you care?
We both inflict pain
You are God Almighty
But I feel we are the same?
Strike me dead, prove your might
And for who you stand
Or has Hell the bigger hand
In the running of this land?
Prove yourself to be
The ‘God Almighty’ who many believe
I challenge your honesty if you stake these claims
But I still disbelieve.
I know I am evil
But I am what you made me
Living in a world
Which you built to destroy.
All that came will have left
Life was created and so was death
With the creation of the human race
Will anything be left?
© 2024 – Colin E. Pyle