Some people fear God,

other’s love Him.

Me, I pity Him.

If He made me at all in His image,

He’s a lonely guy, racked with regret and a longing to be different.

All alone with no one to relate to,

isolated beyond knowledge, across the epistemic distance.

Desperately seeking appreciation

from a world that has turned its back on Him.

And as much as He may have loved us,

I think He’s grown to weep for us;

His imperfect creation.

Just as when I look at you,

He’s reminded of the biggest mistake

He’s ever made.


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