God came down to earth to make amends
But alas, such time had passed, he had no friends,
They all looked at him wrong,
Said he should move along,
His presence was spoiling their weekends.

Outraged by their outlandish audacity,
Their abject lack of perspicacity,
He formed an intention
To hatch an invention
Inspired by his wrath and pugnacity.

He thought to bury them in a flood
Sink their bodies in the silt and the mud
But he did that before,
And he’s not one to bore,
He couldn’t go back without shedding some blood.

The idea of setting all of them on fire,
Like the Sodom and Gomorrah they admire,
Seemed to be fun enough,
But this new batch was tough,
The flames of hell would hardly make them perspire.

“Slaughter their children!” he decided at last,
As he so very often did in the past,
There is no better way,
For a real god to say,
“I love you; now love me and do as I asked.”