An overarching god
Like a grid painted in the stars
Omnipotent, but no longer omniscient
For he has lost his eyes!

Two giant ***** of crystal flung through space
The god grid’s once all-seeing eyes
Hurled into a colourful sphere floating in place
A planet made of wax!

The wax creatures panic
The wick economy crashes
Their once peaceful civilisation
Was about to be torn apart!

A vivid explosion
A tightly woven species shatters
Launched into the furthest reaches of space
There is naught that can be done
To prevent a god’s accidental wrath!