The Eighth Day

I never really thought about this.
What will I do now? Sit here and
watch the poor creatures of my
creation as each one slowly,
painfully meets his end? No,
I simply couldn't bear it. I'll
have to do something to amuse
myself. If I were to kick those
two out of the garden, that would
surely make for some entertainment.
Add a little blood lust here,
a little gluttony there, pretty soon
the world will be filled with
miscreants and malcontents,
men and women searching
desperately for something to
believe in, something to die for.
What a gas that's sure to be.
Let them die for purposes they
believe to be holy. On
The Last Day, I'll have
the keeper of the gates make
everything plain to them.
Holy is as Holy does.
People were never meant
to be Holy anyway--isn't that
part reserved for me? Oh,
trust me, they will one day
regret not their sins so much
as believing their paltry souls
could ever have been holy.

(2007)