The Demiurge

For want of an existence,

Your most heinous acts and lies,

This imperfect miscreation,

And your silence to our cries.

Had you wanted to imagine,

There was reverie and dream,

But you shunned the shallow oceans,

for the sleep of the obscene.

And for all the ground we're losing,

For the pain we will endure,

You can never be forgiven,

For the worlds you've birthed and bore.

Miscreator, please remember,

As Your children burn each day,

You are adding to the ocean,

of the debts You cannot pay.

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