If I Were To Be God

I will be feared
The thunder that came in the testament will be ready to fall on heads.
No images will be, man will be man and not me.
Nothing will come after
Except a sprinkle of mild disaster.
Humans will learn from suffering
Sinners will fear their offerings
No one will be forgiven
There’ll be no trees to be called forbidden
Fair will be fair, there won’t be foul anywhere.
The talk of paradise is inundated
If poverty fits on earth, it must fit in heaven
No privileges will there be
Not for secret supplications of the heart
Or those mentioned at public places of worship.
There shall be no Melchizedek
No podiums and pseudo-God places
The soul that sinneth will die
Any prayers directed to the sky
Shall fall back in same capacity
Those famous for duplicity
Will find a place in hell
There shall be no trinity;
There’s nothing i am willing to share.
I come before the first, I’ll be after the last:
The way, the truth and the life
If anyone must come to the father
Let him come alive.
For daily bread you must toil
For vinegar, cedar, you must till the soil
In the end, it’d end with me
Man, beast and the wailing sea
Shall forget of Noah, the Ark.
My reign will not be in need of servants
Humans won’t be the crop.
Petty neanderthals,
Reptiles will surface again
The stones, the road, the metals
We will do right…
No need to send a son to die
That’d be a biblical lie.
My reign will be a good goodbye

Leonell