A Creation’s Condemnation

Omnipotent.

Omniscient.

Omnipresent.

If such essence(s) exist...

...then it must be

that some deity

(a Monster, honestly)

either arbitrarily,

on a whimsy,

intended me...

Or worse!

Deliberately

and dutifully,

it drudged me

up from eternity

and forged deftly

my unceremonious

totality.

“Crafted masterfully,

carefully,”

they said assuredly.

Bologna.

Probably

some Cherubim army

chanted angelically

(or perhaps off-key?),

“Wholly,

wholly..."

(Holy shit!)

as that entity

wrought me -

my personality

and anatomy,

biography,

works cited,

and completed

bibliography -

into this calamity.

Then, that which

the devotees

claim readily

(blindly)

as “Almighty,”

declared auspiciously,

“It is Good, verily!

Yes, Good, certainly!”

Finally,

that great Sufferee

breathed,

heavily

and windily.

Bestowing vitality!

Thus casting me,

no! Condemning me

to live

brokenly.

What kind of

omnipotent,

omniscient,

omnipresent

god could have inflicted

this existence compassionately?

Once, I, on bended knee

with hands held tightly,

muttered fervently,

repeatedly,

religiously,

this Creed

(or this plea?):

“Great is thy mercy!

Good is thy making!

Soon, Earth, as Heaven shall be!”

I waited. Patiently.

But...

Omnipotence.

Omniscience.

Omnipresence.

These I have yet to see.

So damn him!

And that so called divinity!