Never have Sapiens
Been so disparaging
Descendants of Adam
Obscured by him
Shocked with the
Spectacle of power and greed
God sent
Crusader of peace
Messenger of His
Bastion of amnesty

Watched them
Hanging at the end of their rope
Everyday hitting a lowest low
Lies after lies after lies
"But thank God! Don't have Pinocchio's nose!"

He ascended from earth
With no answers to give
Except
"Shak's said it's all a play
Maybe the world don't need saving
Just to be entertained
Before all are slayed"

The God, behind the eight ball
Pondering
"What did I create?"

I ask Him
"Does it sting?
Maybe it's the result of your own doing."