Under New Management

God was concerned
The peasants
er . . . Christians
Were revolting
So he called me up
Seeking advice
I suggested he give all mortals Glocks
Then allow suicides into heaven
For if they can’t handle living
Hell will not help them at all
It’s time he fixed his mistakes
The final touch
Well
Recruitment
The kingdoms needs the right people
In the right jobs
So when I finish this note
I take over
He gets my body to learn from
His only rule to follow
I have a reputation
Don’t ruin it like he did his own

© 2005, Mosquitobyte