It's hard to ignore a piece of plastic dancing in the wind
Even when Thy Omnipotent foot is blessing my unworthy behind
Like to play games, do You, sadistic illusionist
A false dose of psychedelia for every perverse li'l twist
When the skies are brimming with candy rain, we're watched by benevolent eyes
But macabre mystery lurks in Your ways, screw-ups are blessings in disguise
Well, I thought I would say to You "Your time is gonna come"
But then they say that isn't how works the divine system
You live "outside" of space-time eh? You woeful old fart
Some may find that humbling, but it truly soothes my heart
How You rot in eternity, while mortals happily grind Your gears
Omnipresence is overrated, 'cos Your time is always here
Oh but You already know that, there's nothing new for you to find
Omniscience is a joke, You must be bored out of Your divine mind
Something that makes me curious, is the future carved in lead?
If You already know it, can You do Ctrl+Z?
If You live outside of time, do You have a future at all?
Or are You stuck in an Indian summer that eats up the spring and fall?
It pleases me no end to think of Your monotonous season
What good is Omnipotence if everything happens for a reason?
Almighty Lord of all creation, grant yourself this favor
Don't let this blasphemy go unpunished, if only to prove Pascal's wager
a reason to rhyme about revelations in real-time
