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One for the road…

March 27, 2014


I sprang into existence with illimitable power.
I never tire, or rest, or take a break.
And the universe is as it is because I formed it so.
I never make the tiniest mistake.

So don’t talk rot about My ‘plans’; I do not plan, I act.
No change occurs unless I make it so.
Don’t allocate catastrophes to chance: they’re all My fault.
Each alteration in the status quo.

And if your life is miserable, take comfort in the thought
I could improve it instantly — but won’t.
Malaria, smallpox, earthquakes, hunger, suffering and pain,
All things I could abolish — but I don’t.

Poor theists, trying desperately with endless weasel words,
To justify My failure to act,
If only you had thought before you wrote Me into life,
How things would be if such a God were fact.

A God who can bring total bliss, but lets disaster reign?
A loathesome genocide, who thrives on fear?
It would have been much better to have limited My powers,
Than to make My vileness so entirely clear.


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