To Create God
The world, beset with pestilence and grief
And isolation more than one could stand,
With people being stolen by Death’s thief
Their hourglasses forfeiting their sand
Cried out as one from every foreign land
That surely only God could cure this ill
And if He would but touch us with his hand
Then he could save us all with his pure will
If only our obedience we would distill.
“You’re fools,” said one who hid behind her walls
“To trust that there is some benevolence
To heed your fevered pleas and desperate calls
And onto you a cure He would dispense.
This healing, on your word, he would commence
To save the lot of you from being dead.
And healthy once more you would cause offense
To bring His wrath down squarely on your head.
The blame, for which, you’d lay on someone else’s bed.”
If only there was one who could exist
To give them all the things they claim to crave
To send their influence into their midst
And force the most unruly to behave
To earn the mercy that, to them, they gave
And force obedience to one they serve
To strike fear into hearts that once were brave
And see if anyone retains the nerve
To then demand the blessings they say they deserve.
“I heard your call and I am here to grant
This wish I heard you send out on the air.
But since it was from you I heard this rant,
Then to you will come all the people’s prayers.
The weight of their need is now yours to bear.
So grant them or deny them as you like.
It is to your name now that they will swear
So none will be beyond your reach to strike
And in this thing the people will all be alike.”
“Who are you,” asked the girl, “are you a god?”
“Of course not. I’m a genie,” he replied.
“And to your great ambition I applaud.”
“So genie, would you be, to me, allied?”
“Of course not. I refuse to choose a side.
To take a stance would not make any sense.
But for a time I will act as a guide
And help you wield these powers so immense
So wielding them will not come at your own expense.”
And so she learned to harness all her power
Until the time had come for her to shout,
“All people of the Earth, it is the hour.
Be still, and you will learn what I’m about.
I am your God, of that you’ll have no doubt.
You see that I have substance. I have form.
And heeding me will be your only out,
Will be your only safety in my storm.
And what your expectations are I will inform.
The people, hearing what she would require,
Refused to follow any of her laws
Though from the Bible they were all inspired.
Enforcing these, to them, was the last straw
And her authority stuck in their craw.
She spoke truth to the lies they had believed,
Illuminating each and every flaw,
And stripped away excuses they conceived.
She cut away from them their skill to self-deceive.
The genie came to her one final time
And asked about her time spent as a god.
“I punished each and every single crime,
And every time they claimed me for a fraud.
Now those remaining people know to trod
Where I have said and not take one step more.
And now that they’re appropriately awed
I’ve let them know what else they have in store.
They’ll take much greater care for what they’re wishing for.”
