Grey Matter

On the fourth day, God enchanted cosmic harmony

bragging of everlasting omniscience in a solitary vacuum.

A billion years in waiting perceived through the entropy

of his mortal children, He realizes the fallacy of his fine-tune.

In desolation, He shredded His omnipotence over

For the torment of mortal existence spelt trouble.

Cursed to never encounter oblivion, any further

contemplation menaced to rupture His own bubble.

"God is dead, and we have killed him!" proclaimed

the inferior mortals, as they struggle to make sense

of His ordinances on a rock they hail as their world.

From His ethereal chamber, He exhibits loud silence.

After a long pause, He peeps at his cosmic failure

through the key-hole sized optimism that remains.

Silently, He embraced the gradual decay of His tenure

as He incarnated into one of us, awaiting His demise.

His tombstone read "Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception"

Feedbacks: Anxiety ^Constructive Trial of the Immortal ^Positive

EDIT: Spacing