God cast a wave to **** all who were wakeful
Whilst I was tense asleep
God then cast a final wave to all who kindred slumber  
All souls to a heavenly keep
But I did arise in an earthly world
The second before deliverance
Now I am the last gothic plight
In the age of non existence  

God’s fowl doing was for the good of mankind
A disease on His first creation
To wipe the slate clean, tabula rasa
Was a decision without hesitation

I was left to pillage and walk
Under the overcast clouds of all angels
Unfortunate son to the Father of life
Of whom am I to be blameful?