I’ve had enough and I want to quit
after looking at what I created;
Seeing what the useless humans have done with it
and all their stupidity aggregated!
I gave the chance of pleasure and peace
and slowly evolved their brains;
But the endless wars that never cease
means that little of beauty remains;
I’m wasting time being worshipped
you’ve all forgotten my intention;
Your happiness can’t be purchased
there is no final redemption;
The seeds of wisdom planted within
but humanity always wanted more;
It was pretty simple to begin
but now I don’t know what it’s for?
I’m done with this, I’ve thought it through
I think I’ll make another extinction!
Start again with a better cosmic brew
and a better book of fiction!
Shared with W3 prompt #169. This wasn’t written for the prompt, but fits quite well with the idea.

Fantastic form, Shaun!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette 🙏
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Shaun, think you have captured what the ‘Creator’ is probably saying right now 🙌
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It must be frustrating being omnipotent!
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I bet it is!
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Sounds like this is someone who is strong and confident!
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genius, Shaun. Loved the last stanza. Wow.
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Thanks Selma! 🙏
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If I were to believe in a singular persona as the origin of creation- I would imagine exactly this would be flowing through its consciousness, Bravo!
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Thanks so much Violet 🙏
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Shaun, you poem delivers a powerful, satirical punch—voicing divine disillusionment with humanity in stark, direct terms. The tone is biting yet darkly humorous, especially in the last stanza with its cosmic reset and “better book of fiction.” It’s a bold reflection on how far we’ve strayed from the ideals of creation. Well done. 👏
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Thanks Lesley. 🙏 I’m quite happy with this one.
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