There's a mountain here of dirt.
It's so filthy and muddy it's kind of absurd.
I am king and I lead. I'm generous to agree,
the less they bleed the better my degree.

I'm a student god, handling the basic 'how to do's'
of this dirt mountain not a single ant would choose.
My land is forsaken and I have to save
the lives of the useless and those of the brave.

My teacher god is greater, I cannot contain,
the things he does, the power he has, rain
or drought, floods and quakes, how do I maintain
the lives of the many. I'm no divine clerk.
It feels pointless when he influences anything I do.
I think I need to resign. But if I stop my work,
how can I believe he did not do too.