My Poor Child

Hello my child, how do you do?
I am the Creator,
I created you.

Before You even had thought's in your head.
I was plotting
Trying to get "Mommy and Daddy" in bed.

Don't look so incredulous!
Look at you,
You're Fabulous!

So how could you reject me, little one?
I CREATED You!
I created the sun!

I am your Father, the one you can't see.
My sweet, sweet baby.
Why don't you love me?

You gave up on the idea of Christ.
So I stole something,
A perfect heist.

I gave you a perfect reason for vanity,
You're pretty and conceited.
But, I took you're sanity.

My dear, misguided angel; For you're crime
how could you think
you wouldn't pay the time.

Did I give you any reason
to so blatantly commit
religious treason?

My little girl, I don't love you anymore.
You've broken almost all of my laws.
Here's your guide Satan, Of Hell, he'll be giving the tour.