Pretending God Makes Mistakes (Nanny)

If I could find a door to heaven I’d storm through to give them hell,
Just to find out why they stole you and to make sure all is well.

I would sift through every holy book in a land swallowed by clouds,
I will find the wings attached to you in a white-winged, saint-filled crowd.

I’d scream, “Jesus what were you thinking?! Oh dear God you must be mistaken.
I have a laundry list full of sinners all of which you could’ve taken.

Even though we’ve had our differences He’ll treat me as kind as the rest.
Although this won’t be new to him He will show me it’s for the best.

“You see my son,” He exclaimed, “take a seat just for a minute.
Her time below was not in vain but all good things must come to finish.

My reasons to rob her from the Earth are reasons in time you’ll learn.
Each death and war is necessary to keep the world in turn.

When you return please take with you reassurance for all involved,
The one you came to search for will be watching from above.”





Fuck, I hate rhyming.