millions would do anything
to stand where I stand
to greet the creator,
the focal point of man.

many would fight,
or die for this chance,
to finally question
our worlds existence.

but I simply can't
bring myself to awe
for a master of blood
abuse and wars

I just have one thought
that I want you to know
my faith in you left
along time a go

and even standing here
won't make you exist.
there is no grand creator
just a disastrous myth.