The Last Time That God Lost His Faith

I was there, the last time that God lost His Faith. Admittedly, since the death of His Son, there have been a few bad years that could have influenced His decision. He sent a note to the self- regulating Heads of His Church, those collectors of the faithful, that they had lost their 'Master of Ceremonies '. And yet, like the perpetual turning of a water wheel, the world continued to turn on its axis. And its ghostly moon continued to reflect the sun. Man still either hated or loved his fellow man. And, in His absentia, the deacons of His faith still pressed on with their own brand of unctuousness, ensuring every reverent man remained in tow. And that the much needed zealot didnt become rudderless without the smoke and mirrors of Dorothys Grand Wizard. Too many careers had come to fully rely upon God's franchise. Perhaps that was what He had lost faith in? The burden of carrying an overloaded workforce. However, the Lord did eventually regain His Faith. How do I know? Well, for a while I was one of the chosen. So, there you have it. No poets code, no similes or rhyme. Just plenty of irony and pith. Sorry to all of the faithfil if I didn't use enough parable or the requsite dose of deference and guilt. For you see, I've lost my faith.