Apologies from God

You wanted to be the king of the land

And all I've made you is a pawn in my hand

The devil and I play a game of gore

And here is how we keep score

Taking turns, we play with your mind

And whom you obey, gets one point

You build me a temple and I'm in the lead

You crush it to dust and I recede

You build me a mosque, but all in vain

'Cause then the devil strikes again

You make, you break and make and break

And truly believe it's all for my sake

You snap and swear and cry in pain

Until it's too much for you to take

Perplexed, you look for guys to blame

And kill your brother in my name

It's not about the points any more

This, for me is a matter of shame.

I walk through your mind, trying to make a mark

But sometimes the door's shut and the room, pitch dark

The devil smiles at me from the inside

I humbly move on and let him reside.

You think you're smart and voice your views

You think you get to decide and choose

While it's just a game I play with the devil

And whoever may win, YOU LOSE.

Sorry dude... No hard feelings