by Scroobius Pip
How’s it going?
I know I haven’t been around much but it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be.
The last time I sent down a message, you nailed it to a cross.
So I figured id just leave you to it and let you be your own boss.
But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have. And it’s amazing how you’ve grown.
All your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown.
And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse.
But I must admit there are a few things that, I’m afraid, have impressed me less.
So I’m writing to apologise for all the horrors committed in my name.
Although it was never what I intended I feel I should take my share of the blame.
A lot of the good that I tried to do was corrupted when organized religion got into full swing.
What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
My teachings were taken out of context to meet the agenda of others.
Interpretations were taken in many different ways and hidden meanings “discovered”.
Religion became a tool for the weak to control the strong.
With all these new morals and ethics survival of the fittest was gone.
No longer could the biggest man simply take what ever he needed,
Because damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded.
Some of the deeds committed in my name just make me wonder where I went wrong.
Back at the start when I “created” all of this, the foundations seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here long before I began.
I just kind of put them all together. I didn’t really think out a long term plan.
I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky,
So you could navigate this globe or simply experience a sunrise.
I covered the earth with plants and fruits, some for sustenance and some for beauty.
And made the sun shine and clouds rain so there maintenance wasn’t your duty.
I tried to give each creature its own attributes. But without making them enveloped.
I gave you all space to grow and, in your own way, space to develop.
I didn’t know that such development would cause rifts and jealousy.
Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly.
You see, I wasn’t the creator, more the curator of nature
And I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now: I DON’T hate ya.
I was a simple being that happened to be the first to yield such powers.
But I just laid the ground. It was you that built the towers.
It was you that invented bombs and fear that comes with them.
It was you that invented money, and corrupt economic systems.
You invented terms like “just wars” and terms like “friendly fire”,
And it was you that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper and when to stop building higher.
It was you that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was you that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth.
It was you that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was you that committed such tragedies, even if they were committed in my name.
So I apologise for any mistakes I made and for when my words were misconstrued,
But this apology is to Mother Nature because I…….created…….you.
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