With crown on the head,
And frown on the face.
His robe of clouds glitters.
And Between his bushy brows,
Rest the mighty sun.
The beautiful angels,
Dances around him,
While he rest his legs,
On the nine planets.
But when he is bored,
He looks down, on the earth.
And hear the prayers of humans.
His Fingers dig in the planets,
And screws up with their destinies.
“ah!” He yells in the triumph,
After he ruins the innocent lives.
“This is fun,” says he
As he watches the pinning humanity
Laughing at their miseries,
He leaves to go to bed.
“Ah! Humans, why they crib so much?”
Why don’t they understand?
That they are my creation,
That they exists for –
My amusement alone.”




