God cooked the books one day.
Okay, I'll give him a break.
Perhaps he had his reasons
as we all do.

The Lord's Accountant had come to him.
"Bad news, Chief" he said.
"We're way in the red.
The numbers don't add up."

"What do you mean?"
God asked.
"The billions." said the Accountant.
"Those who came before."

"Explain" commanded God,
now in a bad mood.
For this was a truth he had
wished to ignore.

"The billions who lived before your son."
said the Accountant. "And those who
came after,
but did not hear.

Perhaps if we had used a
satellite feed at Bethlehem,
or at the Sermon on the Mount,
or at the Resurrection.

But you chose a primitive time
and an isolated place.
The word was slow to get out,
so we are in the red.

Billions more in hell
than here.
Satan's halls are full,
ours somewhat empty."

The Chief was not pleased,
so he cooked the books.
He sent them to hell
along with the big-mouthed Accountant.