Sooor-y.
Not me.
Not my
fault. Alright?
I
never said,
“Let
there be light.”
Or if
I said it
I
wasn't thinking.
It
could have drugs. . .
I might have been drinking.
Why would I,
good personified,
good personified,
create creation
where
everything dies?
Not
only dies,
but
suffers as well. . .
I don't know about you,
but I'd call that hell.