The long-ago father of the god of creation
Warned our god, many millenia ago,
If You go on and create this world You are considering,
There will be everything under heaven;
Not only love and happiness and wonder,
But also unimaginable and horrible things too;
You can't create without both positive and negative included.
But our god was stubborn as any man, and replied
He did indeed plan to create a world.
And then the long-ago father of the god warned him again,
Some of the creatures of this world would be godlike,
just like Him, because whomever creates a world
Leaves a little bit of His own indelible nature
Inside the mix. These creatures would be smart,
said the long-ago father;
If they didn’t destroy themselves through accident
or tribal warring, they would eventually find out about Us;
or possibly even visit Us here, in this special dimension,
That We have reserved just for Ourselves.
Heeding the words of the long-ago father,
Our god was very determined, but He was also terrified
By the murder, rage and violence that were generated
Almost as a by-product of all the wonderul, positive things
In His handmade world. So much so in fact,
That He could not stand to look for long upon such abhorrence;
And so He has been in hiding, these many years since-
Terrified that one day, we might find Him.
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