The Garden burned and destroyed,
Now replanted in clouds
Begin descending my angels,
No better time than now
For so many ages,
I've seen man become a bitter disgrace
Not loving my own,
I feel their existence becoming innate
Force my ways upon them
Never to be free again
And as time marches on,
They will see me right from wrong
I'm the protector they long
Man in hand as time marches on
Establish temples
Dedicated to my eternal glory
Promote Clergy
To reach unfaithful through my endless stories
Blind them with my light
And lead them into my bloody hands
And as time marches on,
They will see me right from wrong
I'm the protector they long
Man in hand as time marches on
Author notes
Here, god's obsession with enslaving all he believes he owns is put in words. This is where he becomes most power driven.
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