Woes of a Despondent God
The world ends with not a bang nor a whimper -
Merely an acknowledgement of The End
And a sad smile, with an apathetic goodbye
From a not-quite-benevolent being called God -
(You might know of him from the Tales of Olde,
Watch His glory as you burn to death) -
And His Angels watch on, waiting, waiting
As the children scream and the mothers weep,
The fathers swear revenge and the son's agree
Until they all fall into the Devil's domain -
(We all fall down, we all fall down…) -
And silence is strong, unbreakable, heavy.
It is only then that His Highness sheds a tear.