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.