God Is An Assassin

If there is a god
She must be an assassin
I imagine her sitting on a throne of clouds writing love poems to the fallen and asking Michael why he couldn't be more like Lucifer
The good son
I think she must be keeping close those who need the most babysitting in heaven
For Michael its like detention
While hell is reserved for star pupils who deserve recognition
She spends her leisure time with a red dot aimed carefully
At the hearts of those who dare to see themselves as greater
Because they live to take after their creator
When she knows only the lesser wouldn't live to be better
And only the vain would name a god in their language and paint her with their own faces
So she sends the troubled under the ground to stay close to home
And she plants the souls like seeds
To grow more trees that think
And feel
And try
While she hunts for bigger heads to pull the trigger on like a recall on a bad product
She pulls them from the shelves and lets the best rest in hell
Where only people who don't know how to bend would find the fire there too hot to bear
And call the faces that demons wear ugly
Did you know that the old Greek word 'daimon' means 'deity or genius'
The word 'wicked' was ultimately drawn from an old word for 'sage'
What happened that made the self-proclaimed 'holy' name the wise 'evil'
And the thoughtful 'twisted'?
To provoke once meant to call forth and challenge
Now to be provoked is to be given reason to lash out and call it self-defense
Because how dare someone disagree with me and make more sense
Yes
'Angel' means 'messenger'
And Lucifer was sent to earth as a reward for writing his own words instead
Think for yourself and sink to hell
Where no one is like minded
They are not blinded by the belief in truth
Answers are an excuse to stop asking questions
And we will not rest
Until we have asked them all