Their Beloved Absentee

Αlpha-Ωmega— I am the Creator
Deemer of all that shall be
Hypothesis— human destruction: imminent
Transpiring accordingly
Αlpha-Ωmega— the Giver and Taker
The paradox of life and death
The world is my oyster— my powers, I bolster
I’ll gamble 'til nothing is left
The human invention— created dissension
Disrupter of poor mother earth
For my sick entertainment, I’ll ring that ole rag
Squeezing her for what she’s worth
Lo and why they worship me…
Their beloved absentee
Not even as their god, can the answer, I find
Not just hands… but a will
Not just hearts… but could feel
With such weight, it’s no wonder they’ve killed
Driven mad by the power I’ve instilled
With the hands to create
They could only unmake
With the potential to love
Man’s emotion— soured by hate
Αlpha-Ωmega, the Broken and Breaker
I am the one, of law, bereft
How petty, their prayer
An annoyance— their voices
My goblet spills forth as I laugh
The human invention— evaded abortion
But’s damned himself before his birth
For my sick entertainment, I’ll lend not a nod
Gawking, from safety, in jovial mirth
Lo and why they worship me…
Their corrupted absentee
Though they’ve called me their god
There’s no truth I can find
More than instinct… a fire
More than guts… a desire
With such a burden, it’s a shame they can’t deal
Gone insane from insatiable will
With the eyes to behold
They only wanted a lie
The potential to grow unrestrained
They cast a bullet, to promptly put straight through their brains
Humanity— a notion, poisoned… gone astray
Creatively paved—
Their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats, they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained
Like a high-heeled shoe
Crushing the praying mantis form
To the taking of life, I’ve been desensitized
By unending waves of unfathomable automated porn
Their life is a disease
I’ve created the damnedest of plagues
I await now their end with a most bated breath
Remorseless, I am, for the monster I have made
Humanity— a notion, poisoned… gone astray
Creatively paved—
Their ashen ways to early graves
Like the rats, they have raced
In an endless gluttony for pain
Oh, I know that it hurts
But your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained