Wretched and withered soul
Why has thou been created?
God must have had a blank moment
As your life he contemplated.

While in the midst of his discretion
Or the blanks that he once drew
There was no better soul to forget
Than the wretched and withered you.

There were lives given for reasons
Each and everyone included a heart
As you fell astray, and withered away
God must have forgotten that part.

They say, "Evil is as evil does,"
It wears a face of black
It shall ponder in Hell forever
Without ever looking back.

Wasted time, and pointless creation
God's  work here is all done
When the book of life is opened up
For you, there will be none.

You'll stand before him shaky
Scared and so alone
When he calls out the names of Good
You're name shall never be shown.

As Evil comes to take you away
You'll ask, "Evil, must I go with you?"
God will stare you in the face
And answer, "Yes, I'm afraid you do!"

Though you'll question his decision
Your head, you'll hang in shame
But in your wretched, withered soul
You'll have no one else to blame.

God loves all, who love themselves
Gives good to those who believe
For those who lose there way somehow
The pits of hell they receive.

As I'm led away from the pearly gates
Where many people will be waiting for me
They shall see the hand of Evil in mine
Leading me where I deserve to be.

You could take this life and end it now
You know, the one that you created
The wretched and withered soul
That you so strongly contemplated.

The one that while in creation
You must have drawn a blank
Because someone like me, is not God's work
I only have Evil to thank.