If there is a god,
when I die
he will have to beg for my forgiveness.
I will rip him from his throne,
and show him what it means to be afraid.
He will fall to his knees
and pray for my mercy.
He will confess his sins,
and I will not absolve him.
He will learn it is too late to repent.
If he dares act altruistic
when we meet,
he will learn I do not forget so easily.
I will drag him through the pains of Earth,
and show him what it means to grieve.
He will plead with me to end it,
and wonder what he did so wrong.
He will cry to me for answers
and I will not give him one.
Just so he knows how it feels
to be Human.