Only created

It's been made up
There is nothing Good has to prove to us
Keen observer seeking entertainment
Indeed he shared life but deaThanks is a must

Lie and lie, eledge that he has spoke
Paradise, eternity and salvation
Talk of a dilution designed to loose choice
Dream of his sight there won't be such ocation

Ought he be the help that there is not
Sure enough, gave free will even to misslead
So profets, saints of burnt up pants
While living do decide your own criteria meet

There is though what's chosen to enjoy
Be it what it may, mix pride and pleasure
So name not the Good, will do respect and gracefulness
Which will be the choices of a being without measure.