Description: On the Eigth day, God after working enough
After a quick revision and loosening tensions
Saw that everything was fine an declared time to rest
Then took a short trip through infinite Space
Who would imagine that God himself after returning
Would find everything in an infernal state of disorder
And would become one more of the unemployed
At a pace that has since ever been growing at a yearly rate
Since then, there are those who have seen him
Walking the streets alone
Waiting patiently for someone
To have at least a peaceful conversation with
In the mean time this world turns and turns without stopping it
As below we are played like opposing pieces of a chess set
I'm not the kind of idiot that is easily convinced
But I tell a truth that a blind man can even see
If not for the lack of occupation
or excessive solitude
God would resist no longer to move to another place
And It would be our own loss
as there would be no choice but to
Worship Michael Jackson, Bill Clinton, or Tarzan
It is more difficult to be a king without a crown
Than a person more sane
Pity for God for he doesn't appear in magazines
He is not a model and not an artist nor from royal blood...maismenos