Sure this question echoes throughout infinite eternity
In hallways of ancient, evil, modernity
And pounds, drones, throbs in my mind
Chaos, no peace in its wake

A two year old yanking the arm
Of the one with answers, and only one response
But a simple question, immeasurable reply
Three letters
One word
Why?

Why allow these things in your creation
These evils, deceits, abominations
Omniscient and powerful, by definition
The future certainly, not blind from your eyes
Facts could not have been held in omission
So we have choice
What a laughable lie

A moistened finger pulls the corner of the thin page
Eyes gaze, upon a passage I’ve come to know
Like the knife in my side
Which, can be disregarded

The heart of man is desperately wicked

O I know that I’m evil, thought I learned that from you
Word aren’t what convince me of truth
But it’s vile, sad, cold
Wicked?
Lucifer’s disciple, in his position
For I would be god, and rule all my minions