God For the Day
If I were God for the day;
Oh the many things that would go away.
Words would no longer fly like bullets of smite.
The many would learn they were never right.
The girl in the back who was planning the end;
Along with the boy who was forgotten.
Oh now, the world will find who truly was rotten.
The meek would be free, the humble would rise.
The Zoo’s would empty, and fly like doves to the sky.
Kingdoms would fall and the halls would be clear.
Finally the voiceless would shout for all to hear.
Stories would mean more in life then in death.
Bells would ring, and the crosses would fall,
giving the freedom of love to all.
Trees would burn and fall to the ground.
And gardens would rise for all to see.
Out of the ashes the powerless are free.
Perhaps this would be in vain, for omnipotence would surly see.
Without the abyss why need light to see?
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