god had run
down from the sun,
to find out that his only son,
was dying of disease, or so he reckonned.
but to his shock,
there stood a rock,
and on it, names of men in chalk
erasing at a rate of one a second.
he looked around
the ground, and found
that people, they don't make sound,
unless they are the singled-out magicians.
and if somone
would try the horn
they'll tear him down with laugh and scorn,
and prove him wrong with chairs and electrition.
god turned back
and took the sack
of wishes, he found on the track
that leads from here to where nobody bothers.
but most of them
oh, what a shame,
were people killing in his name
asking him "oh lord, please save our mothers"
so he asked
himself what has
happened to that holy task
he gave mankind, while sending him from eden.
you've gone so wild
my dearest child
you've over-runned, you've over-miled.
this is not the right path, the one you're leadin'
he wandered at
a graveyard, where he met a rat
who looked at him with eyes of mist compassion.
said "what the heck
did you expect
when you created greed and sex,
and let the people run after their passion".
then with a sigh
god turned to sky
and floated back, to way up high.
to sink himself to death with grief and sorrow.
and acid rain
were sent to earth, to end our reign.
and god was left alone with no tomorrow.