An Angry God

In the middle of the unvivese, I stand I look down. And have the world in my hand. I can see. Everything across the land. Every child, woman, and man. Its like they destroy evrything that they can. The way they do it. Its as if its their plan. What will they do. When they cut the last tree. They hurt themselves. Dont they see? That they take away. The air that they breath. How cant they see. That there is nothing they leave. They will kill themselves with no one to left to grieve. Well. That is except me. Everyday. Its themselves they consume. In every way. Its themselves that they doom. If they opened their eyes. Then they might survive. If they channged their ways. They could avoid the end of days. But it seems that man. Is stuck in his ways. So it will play out. Without a dought. They will regret. That they seem to forget. That all that they see. And are. And can be. All of that was a gift from me.