All of a god's children agreed and said, Except for those who were swept dead, That the god must somehow start again, Hoping this time to avoid a pattern of sin.
Seeking a clean, pure planet to own, One that a god and his children can call home. All of this may feel like one god's vanity, But it's the last hope for all of humanity.
This planet has been brought to ruin, And certainly it's a thing of humans doing. Being human, we're bound to make mistakes. It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
It's long past the time that any god had control. On the whole, everyone believes they own their own soul. Corrective minds adhere to how evil grows. Faith has been mastered until it barely flows.
Every error is on the side of our arrogance - Wearing a pointed hat does not induce competence. Like every other mortal man, each is born a sinner, And this god, like any god, sees him as that sinner.
This planet has been brought to ruin, And certainly it's a thing of humans doing. Being human, we're bound to make mistakes. It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
It is perhaps humanity's last lament, To know that each of us is merely an instrument - Used as we are, simply broken tools, And none of us has the sense to follow rules.
The bells toll for what's at stake. We are brought to the edge before we break. A child's prayer is heard like a heavenly cry While helpless hands reach in hope toward the sky.
This planet has been brought to ruin, And certainly it's a thing of humans doing. Being human, we're bound to make mistakes. It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
No wailing wall will help us now, As we search for hope, not knowing how. A god looks on as helpless as any, Knowing full well the fault falls on many.
Heaven's pristine soldiers march toward war, Confused at the promise that there would be no more. The point has been reached where all dreams fade, And the best hope is for back-up plans never made.
This planet has been brought to ruin, And certainly it's a thing of humans doing. Being human, we're bound to make mistakes. It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
(c) May 25, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along