THE DETHRONED GOD
God has made
A costly mistake
Having made the man
Whom He believed would never overtake
As God is known for His perfections
He gave man the brain as his work-station
Dispelling all His expectations
Man, now questions His very presence
God is now weeping all day and night
Seriously working on an antidote
Or to do some corrections of such a magnitude
Precisely, to check man's aggressive turpitude
But, God has no council of Ministers,
Ordinances, nor able scientific advisors
To give Him a lead to begin the process
As whatever God proposes, man rightly disposes
Louis Santhana
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