God Playing God

Dark clouds, The bang of thunder. Man, I wonder, What monster rises from the horizon With a wild and windy winter chill. Must be a storm, Zeus coming in for the kill. Throwing bolts of lightning like serial killers throw knifes, It’s intention to end lives. It’s bolts boiling brains With the heat of summer. Making me go insane “I want it’s power”. The evil in it’s eyes, The smile on it’s face, Guilt there wasn’t a trace. Villagers, piss pants and run From a thing more ruthless than Attila the Hun. It must have been funny, It was hunting season And we were the bunnies.