I vomit up this ground, it's going to be round,
My farts will make the air for free.
In this origin myth, the fleas and their kith,
Henceforth be humans, by decree.
Being their god, I push them with a rod,
They'll wreak havoc, I foresee.
When they till this land, the seeds in the sand,
Will grow into a forest of trees.
On their knees, exorbitant fees,
With their prayers, much more I get.
Silly in their mind, simpleton and blind,
They'll think for their matters, I fret.
My piss rain, these creatures will be vain,
I'll shit on their heads, just for fun.
It's my puke, I'll decide when to nuke,
They'll be dead, and then another run.
Worlds will come and go, my vomit has flow,
No dearth of entertainment for me.
An almighty must be great, fools afraid,
How cool is this new creative spree.
