This world a cover-up?
One of many, designed to hide a crime,
To which he won't fess up.
Like the first world he ever created,
An eternity gone,
Born of his need for unfettered worship,
Disappointment leading to abortion,
Abortion leading to an intense guilt,
Yes, I am talking God,
A new world made to obfuscate the crime,
Hoping it'll love his bod,
But it doesn't,
He, still searching for love
We, just a rung in his ladder of lies,
One step 'way from not loving him enough.