oh boy broadway is lighting up
i can see my name in lights
people screaming, fucking screaming, god the noise
while the density of my planet gives me strength it also leaches my very being
im not talking of earth, no i left that plain long ago.
i talk of my own creation, something i made in 7 minutes and deemed "good"
so on the 7th minute i rested taking pride in the fact that i did in 7 minutes what took god 7 days
i thought myself ever so clever, that i did not notice i never put oxygen on this planet
just as well i never believed in oxygen, but modern physics defied me and i began to gasp for air
i cried out for god, begging for mercy, for death, for life, for anything except this suffocation
but the walls i had built around my planet could not be penetrated by your god, and so my body decayed.