the sad story of god and his experiments

the minute the world began to be created
god got tired and decided to leave it all behind as the debris entered a manic state.

a once well thought idea of a perfect place
now seemed nothing more than erratic behavior of the one that had the time to manufacture such poisonous and evil way of conduct.

the universe was shattered and it hadn't even begun.
darkness took over when light was very scarce.
hope was already lost before humans even existed.
and hearts were never broken since love never manifested.

in his immaculate and dellusional mind no wrong was ever committed,
"life itself can wait a few more days as i put myself together and think of yet another way of destroying what i so beautifully started", god said.
no wonder he got tired as soon as he started his "master plan",
the vile son of a bitch just wanted us to hurt like we did then.

funny how the first emotion i saw in this apocalyptic simulation was anger,
who would've thought that that would be the first impression the creator would cause...
and here i sat thinking his values were built on love and understanding,
or maybe that's just what he said so we could be a little bit less demanding.

when i was little i thought god was this immense force that watched over us and protected us at all costs.
i guess i was right about the part where he watches us though,
it just never went through my head his goal was to watch us fail and bleed while he existed solely in our minds.
and who had the idea to feed us this disturbing lie?
was it him who just put that inside our brains and then said "goodbye now i hope you die"? sadistic bitch...

it was then the universe got tired of god's shit and decided to build itself up.
light shined brighter than ever.
hope was found and despair was dissipated.
but love came to being and millions of hearts faded...

humans started to commit suicide and the world entered chaos again.
the tumultous souls of those who were left behind by their lovers
started praying with their little faith left in god and he responded.

suddenly a huge laugh was heard throughout the whole universe.
galaxies started disappearing and humans forgot what love felt like.
they started walking in a circle just to realize that that was god telling them that the beggining is the end and the end is the beggining.
there is no continuation. there's just a circular way of living that brings nothing but pain to those who experience it
and joy to the one that laughed until he couldn't anymore.
god felt we deserved that after being ungrateful and always asking "when?"
the vile son of a bitch just wanted us to hurt like we did then.

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