God is becoming an alcoholic
He’s sipping whiskey painfully slow
Complaining to all the angels above
About their animalistic behavior below
The song He wrote was measured perfection
Sorrowfully sipping His glass some moreÂ
The story not to be misleading  Â
He ponders the mythos surrounding His lore
A beautiful reality bequeathed to them
A planet dancing among the starsÂ
A life that’s always taken for granted
A life showing its ugly scars  Â
Still they’re blessed with their lovely bodies
Separated beings from beasts and birds
Cursed with infinite knowledge and wisdom
But graciously gifted the power of words
Civilizations started so peacefully
Those words soon turned to threatening violence Â
Using their lives to make mass weaponry
After their wars what’s heard is silence
Reflecting upon the actions He took
Likely knowing the end of it all
The truth was given for them to fly
Now He must see them always fall
Anxiously observing their fight for survival
God is denying His sobriety
Drinking away in heavenly bliss
Watching inevitable death of society