I have witnessed the creator's disdain for himself
In the grimace of the great archangel

None of the angels are quite sure what to do
Or why everything looks exactly the way it was
They rush to each side of heaven
Chasing something evil
Oh no,
I worry that it might just be me.

That is not innocence,
One says
Look at what's actually happening

Yes,
Says another
But look to the beginning

My quantum nightmare is swallowing itself

Creation resents itself maximally
Takes itself to the breaking point
Where the eye fills with red odium
And the mouth is reeling with curses
And a hand will reach for the blade

But you'll only be hurting yourself,
Prometheus,
Because you're everything there is.

Oh come on,
You know it's true.

*(well then give me some credit,
You would **** me with such a charge
And treat me so lowly my entire life?

But we did all we could afford,
You were very rich and you just did not realize it
You were never thankful enough
You should have been more thankful

Oh, thank you so much then
What a great life it's been)