The Amnesic Ant

Sitting on the kerb, watching ants toil to death I bemused myself with a thought, What if i was god, simply drowned in pleading seas and wanton waters Not aware of my true visage Lost and forgotten living life till death The ultimate homage to my creation living as they do What if the sacrifice had been too much A father lets his only son die Retreated into human insanity Angels lost in love, demons no longer in fear Praying to myself or refuting my existence The lonliest entity seeks a saviour And no-one to hear The Lords prayer Just like one of us watching his ants toil to death